Billie Jean [h.s]

17

Bangers back to back:))

Harry Styles

Here she was.

That beautiful smile.

Honey soaked legs and her curly coils laying down her back.

Those chocolate toned eyes and her baby ears hiding behind her puff of hair.

God took his time with her. Yes, indeed he did.

The heavens dropped her from the sky with grace.

Such a sweet creature she was. I admire the girl sitting in front of me, biting into her stawberries, not before she snatched the green leafs from the top. She seemingly despised them on there as she's chewing away her fruit. He long legs crossed and her back leaning over a bit. Not in a straight position. She was more comfortable in this state. I enjoyed her in this state.

I enjoyed her in any state that involved me.

"Wanna a strawberry?" her voice beamed as she gused down on the one in her mouth. Before handing it to me she snatched the leafs off then before she could hand it to me I spoke up.

"Feed it to me, sunshine."

She let out a nerve wrecking giggle swallowing the remainder of the sweet fruit. Her eyes widen in my response, but none the less leaning in to feed it to me.

She touched my lips with the strawberry only concentrating on my lips.

Oh how I wanted to kiss her and taste her lips, I'm betting they're sweeter than this fruit.

I took a nibble at the fruit only for her to perk up in excitement that she was actually feeding. Like I was her baby.

And I wanted to be her baby.

I took a big bite again also taking her finger but sucking it instead. In shock, her eyes increasing grew as she pulled away.

"You taste good, I suppose." I laugh and in response she grins holding her sucked finger and bringing it to her lips, sucking them as well.

My body tingled at the way her lips wrapped around her finger, just seconds ago mines was wrapped around them.

"I suppose you're right." she responds in a small beam arcoss her lips.

Was she teasing me?

I grabbed a few cherries and smiled over at her as she watched me intensively.

"What's on your mind?" I ask makin her grin.

"I'm just thinking about how different you are from most boys in my school." she says with a shrug staring over at the lake as the moon fell upon the surfaces of the water.

"Well, luckily I graduated already." I confess making her flip her head to me faster than a kid running to the free swing on the playground.

"Wait. How old are you?" she asked her eyes watching me already ready to hear the worst.

"I'm only nineteen, Billie Jean, relax." I laugh and she let's out a shaky breath.

"I'm seventeen." she throws out quietly thinking I'd feel bothered by such an age. I shrug my shoulders.

"My best mate, Niall is the same age as you."

Niall, should I really get into this knucklehead. I guess, I'll see him after this date. To give him an update on my mystery girl.

No one really don't know much of Billie Jean because I know what they expect out of me. They want me to be with the ideal girl.

They wanted me to be with Cheryl. The blonde. America's sweetheart. And you guessed it. The young petite white girl down the street.