It was mid December and the ground was pale white with frost, I was walking home from school up a back alley that only a few people knew about. I glanced behind me and saw George Harrison running after me- his teddy boy hair bouncing up and down holding the cigarette behind his ear in place, his leather jacket was zipped tightly around his neck protecting it from the cold.
"Bloody hell y/n! You walk fast. Jesus slow down." he said catching up to me and smirk across his face.
"Well usually I don't have a 16 year old boy running behind me commenting on it" I said returning the smirk and continuing to walk slower so he could keep up. Unlike others- he instantly laughed out loud, showing the sharp points of his vampire teeth- making my heart race.
"Hasn't your mother told you that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?" he said matching my walking pace.
"Of course but since when did I listen to her?" and fired back rolling my eyes. "Shouldn't you be off shagging some bird?"
"Come on baby doll you know that's not my style." he chuckled taking a cigarette out of his pocket and putting it to his lips and taking a drag. As he breathed out he sighed- watching the smoke condense as soon as it touched the freezing air. Him using my 'pet name' made me feel slightly light headed, but the strong scent of tobacco brought me back to the cool December evening.
"How are things at home?" I said trying to keep to conversation from failing.
"Same old, same old" He almost whispered. As he placed the cig to his lips I turned away pretending to be very interested in the wall. I couldn't bare watching him- he was so beautiful that I was sure he wasn't human. He seemed to of noticed i was absent mindedly staring at the brick work and put his hand on my arm to spin me to face him.
"Soooooo.... watcha doing?" He said in a boyish voice that I couldn't help but laugh at.
"Hoping you'll let me have some of your fag" I muttered turning to him and making direct eye contact. Slightly taken a back with my directness, he stopped walking and took a step closer. I could feel his hot breath hit face, suddenly a hand clasped around mine placing the cig between my thin fingers.
I took a slow puff, not breaking eye contact knowing this would drive George crazy. Ever since we were toddlers we've known each other indirectly, but only early this year we started flirting. Something about him made me want to jump and kiss him all over- but I didn't think he would ever feel the same way. I mean why would he?
"So I've heard you have a thing with that Dotty girl" I said quietly, my eyes dropped to the floor I noticed that he was shuffling back and forward- which he always does when he's nervous.
"Why would I date her ? When I could have you?" he said placing his fingers under my chin and lifting my gaze.
"What makes you think you have me?" I teased. I could see he was leaning in for a kiss. "No mistletoe Harrison? Wow your standards have dropped."
"Always quick aren't you?..... y/n"
Next thing I knew his lips were on mine. Soft and almost sheepish but determined. The forgotten cigarette I was still holding dropped to the floor as my hands snaked around his neck. Before I knew it his hands had incased my waist and he was swaying softly with the wind.
Gently, he pushed me against the wall of the graffiti coated alley, which helped me actually stay on my feet because I was so swept away by this boy. I was sure the sun was setting, and the always noisy streets of Liverpool were buzzing with Christmas shoppers but we didn't care. After what felt like hours he pulled away smiling the biggest smile I've ever seen.
"So I guess this means you'll be my girl?" He said scratching the back of his neck.
"Hmm Ill have to think about it" I replied winking so to let him know I was all his.
"Let's get you home y/n. Your mother will kill me otherwise." He said laughing grabbing my hand and pulling me from the alley.
