Do You Need Money?

I Want To Be Free

I'm freaking out. I need to calm down. No I'm calm. I'm super calm. Yes, see I'm breathing fine. I left my wallet upstairs, so I had to put the bottle I got from the bar on Chris's tab. I don't care he said I could. I don't know what I asked for. All I said was give me something smooth that will make me relax. I walked away with a bottle and a tab of 600 pounds. He can afford it.

I left the club after I finished half of the bottle. I had shoes in the limo and I changed. I told the limo guy to tell my family that he took me home. If they ask. I'm not sure where I am. I'm lost for sure. I mean I couldn't stay in that club.

The alcohol is starting to fill fuzzy, worse than before. My head starts to wonder on what Harold's lips would taste like. I laugh to my self. Why do I call him Harold that isn't even his name? I took turns and after about 30 minutes of walking I threw the bottle in an alley way. I finished a whole bottle of alcohol with out even noticing. Am I those girls in the club? No!

Harry was holding my phone in his pocket so I know there is no way of him reaching me or finding me. I don't want to be found. I like being lost. I like being alone. I never drank like this or walked around at 1am at night. I would never think to do any of this. Hang out with a boy with tattoos and piercings. I was taught to obey everyone around me. Don't talk back Lisette. Don't curse. Sit up straight. Girls don't play with action figures. Girls sit with their legs crossed. No pants. Be modest. My mother's favorite line. Guys won't like you if you do blank. Guys won't like you doing anything that's not in a norm. I feel free. Look at me thinking outside of the box. I giggle again.

Where am I? I try to look at the street sign it's to far and to dark to see. I ignore and continue to think about all the things I could have done when I was in high school. I could have had sex, kissed people, drank, skipped school, or went to parties, the things Liam gets to do. Instead I got 4.0 or higher. I got into every college I applied to. I sound crazy. I wonder what it's like not to have maids, drivers, piano teachers, chefs , and people who will do everything and everything for you? I wonder what it's like to be normal?

I forget about those problems I thinking in my head and just let the beautiful liquid take over my body. I hear yelling coming from the distance. I tell my self conscious not to follow it but who's going to listen to her anyway? She doesn't know anything.

I get closer and the yelling gets louder. It's probably some crazy guy that's yelling in the middle of downtown London. I see a figure from the distance. My mind is so out of it that I can't even tell what that thing is. I'm squinting and I see it running at me. What the fuck!? I here the thing yell. "Lisette!"

He gets closer and it's Harry. Oh thank god, I thought I was going to die. I laugh to my self. He goes and grabs my face. "Oh wow you're freezing cold." He looks me up and down.

He takes off the blazer and puts it on me. It's so warm and smells like harry. He puts his hands on my face again. His hands are also warm. I didn't even know I was cold. He speaks again, but slowly. "Where have you been? I have been looking for you everywhere. Your driver said you went for a walk. He tried to lie to me but it didn't work."

Harry taps my face. I'm not listening to him. I'm... I think I'm drunk. "Hey, you ok?" I look up at him with drunkly eyes and giggle.

I smile dearly at him. "Yes Mister.Harry." I laugh at it him.

He goes and raises an eyebrow at me. He nods. He knows something I don't? "You're drunk baby? Right?" God, am I book for everyone to read?

I nod softly. I tell him how I got a bottle from the club and just left with it. He is shocked and continues to ask me if I'm ok? If I need water? And more overprotective questions. Why does he care so much?

"Lisette, drinking that much alcohol isn't good for you." He is looking over my face. I blink rapidly when he shines his phone in my face.

I push him away softly but he moves half a step away. "Harry I'm fine. I feel free." He smiles at me.

I take his hand in my mine and start walking. "Come with." He doesn't move for a second, but I pull him along.

He sighs and follows behind like a puppy. Maybe I'm the puppy? "Where are we going?" We haven't even walked a block and he is already complaining.

I turn to look at him. We are standing in the middle of the street. No cars are coming and there is plenty of light. I can see him clearly now. Not clearly because everything is blurry. "Do you have to always ask so many questions?"

I go and lay on the ground. I stare up at the sky not caring about anything. Harry goes and sits right next to me. "You do know we are in the middle of the street right?" Is he still talking?

I lean my head to look at him. "If you ask another question, I'm leaving you here alone." I know it's not possible because he will follow me, but I know it will keep him quite.

Shocked it did. He crosses his skinny legs and watches me as I watch the sky. He looks down the rode every couple minutes to make sure there are no cars coming.

I'm not sure how much time passed. I speak again, but in a hushed and I guess drunk voice. "Do you ever feel that people have better lives than you?" I don't look at him. I already know he thinking.

I hear him click his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Um... yes, everyone feels that way. Why do you ask?" I sigh and put my hands on the back of my head.

I copy his clicking. "I hate my life. I want to do things. I want to live. You know?" He doesn't answer me.

I continue my little pity rant. "I want to do what my brother does. I want to party, drink and do what everyone else does. I don't want to be that rich posh girl. I want to be a bad girl. I want to live."

I look over as I speak and he is nodding along. "You want to be free." He speaks so softly I don't even think he heard himself.

"Yeah." Is all I can get out.

He plays with the ground for a bit and stands up. "Come on!" He hold his hand out.

I look at him confused. He grabs my arms and pulls me up. "Lets go!" Um... what?

"Where are we go?" He's pulling me along the street. I have no idea what's going on. I feel like I have to throw up. He slows down when he notices I'm going to barf if we go any faster.

He stops and looks me in the eye. He looks like he just had a burst of energy. Like a child right after Halloween. "You said you wanted to live. You wanted to party. You want to not be a posh girl. Well you are talking to the guy who would party 24/7 so let's get this party started. I'm going to take you to one of the biggest parties and show you what you were missing when you were a teenager." He has a bright smile on his face.

I can't even debate of try to argue with him before he is pulling my arm some more. As we ran through the streets of London, the last thing I remember is getting in a Uber.