Do You Need Money?

The Outfit

I woke up with shuffling. I roll over and cover my ears with a pillow. I hear chuckling. "Sorry love didn't mean to wake you up, but I need to go to school." I move the pillow from my face and sit up.

I rub my eyes and pull myself out of bed and Harry is only in boxers. I hear him grown. He keeps mumbling about where his pants are and that he's going to be late. "Do you need help?" I laugh.

He looks at me and shakes his head. He picks some black jeans from the ground and smells them. His face has disgust. He shrugs and put them on. Yuck. He is the only rich person I know who doesn't own expensive clothing.

He looks at me confused with my nasty expression. "What it's some what clean. I only wore them like 3 times this week."

I raise my eyebrow at him. "That makes them dirty." I smile at him.

He shakes his head and points at me. "No! It's Monday which means it's the first time wearing them this week which makes them clean." I throw my head back laughing.

He rolls his eyes and picks up a black shirt. "Whatever." He puts on his shoes.

I blush at him and go and grab a pair of his sweats. I follow him out the door. He opens his car door for me. "My lady." I giggle at him.

I smile at him as he gets in he car. "Someone's a gentleman." He smirks at me.

He starts driving. "You are the one that I treat that way." Adorable is all I can think about. I don't know many guys that act that way. They always think that if they have money, the girls will just come to them. Jokes on you, I'm more rich than your both of your families combined. So, let's just say that doesn't work.

We get to my hotel and I tell him good bye. I go and open the door and he grabs my arm and pulls me back in the car. "I have work after school. Maybe you can stop by and we can have lunch together. Show you around the office space." He has this hint of pain in his eye say no.

I look at him and nod. "Yeah, that sounds fun." His face turns into a bright smile, like a kid on Halloween.

He nods at me. "Alright it's a date love." He leans into my face. Oh shit, is he going to kiss me again. He goes and pecks me on the cheek. I blush at him and leave with a quick goodbye.

He opens the passenger door and leans over. He yells at me. "Have a good day Lisette. Can't wait for our date." He smirks at me and drives off. People around me giggle and I shake my head and go upstairs.

I throw my self on my bed. There is nothing to do. What am I suppose to do for a couple hours . I get it I met him three days ago, but he is all I think about. Like as a friend. I don't have a lot of friends, but the friends I do have are terrible. Snotty, rich, and think they are better then everyone. I act like that and think like that, but you hanging out with people who are just like you every single day is terrible.

Harry isn't like the other "rich" people I know. He seems to care about other people less than him. He doesn't care what you look like, how you act, or what you do. I admire that. I couldn't date someone like that though. I laugh to my self.

Louis POV

I see fucking styles and I run up to him. He was acting weird the other day. Apparently he was out with some girl. I go and hit him in the back of the head for not texting me back last night. He turns around with a stupid angry face. I think I'm the only one who's not afraid of him. He notices it's me and shakes his head. He pushes me.

Harry speaks. "What do you want mate?" He rubs the back of head as we walk.

What do I want? What type of the question is that? "Dude I texted and called you all last night and you didn't respond. I thought you loved me. Am I just one of your side hoes?" I pretend to cry and cover my face.