Cheeky
"you're so cheesy."
"Hey, excuse me miss, but can I borrow your phone?" asked a voice from behind me. I turned around to see a boy standing with his hands in his pockets, a shit eating grin on his face and dimples like craters were shining in his cheeks. He was one of those people that whenever he smiled, everyone else seemed to smile too.
"Yeah, sure," I said, digging my phone out of my pocket and handing it to him. His greenish eyes were shining with mischief and his smile got even wider. Somehow I felt like he knew something that I didn't know.
As a piece of curly hair slipped out of his gray beanie, he looked up from the key pad on the phone and asked another question. "D'you know the number to heaven?" His face was shining with amusement as I felt my face scrunch up in confusion.
"Heaven, what? Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows and putting my hands on my hips.
"'Cause, I need to call and report that they're missing an angel," he said casually, as if he just hadn't pulled out an overly cheesy pick-up line on a random stranger.
"... you're so cheesy!" I exclaimed, snatching my phone out of his hand. As he laughed lightly, I couldn't help but feel my face heat up and turn red, giving away my embarrassment. I'd never been so blatantly spoken to that way by someone. Let alone someone who was as attractive as this boy was.
"I had you going though, didn't I?" he questioned, nudging me slightly. I nodded and felt ignorant as I stood there and stared at him. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked, standing closer now.
"Riley Hollister," I said, fiddling with the strap of my dress. He made me feel nervous and somewhat like some giggly school girl.
"Well, Riley Hollister, my phone number is officially in your phone and I expect you to call me or text me later so I can know where to pick you up for dinner tonight at eight. I'm Harry Styles, by the way," he called as he started walking away, shooting me a wink and smiling the entire time.
"You, Harry Styles, are one cheeky bastard!" I cried after him, smiling and laughing the entire time.
"I know! See you tonight!" he called before he was out of earshot. Even when he was fading out of my line of sight, I could still see that shit eating grin and recalling the wink he'd sent in my direction before he went away.
I looked down at my phone and went through the contacts. I turned blood red when I realized just how much of a cheeky bastard Harry Styles was.
My newest contact was listed under the name 'your next boyfriend. ;)'
"Yeah, sure," I said, digging my phone out of my pocket and handing it to him. His greenish eyes were shining with mischief and his smile got even wider. Somehow I felt like he knew something that I didn't know.
As a piece of curly hair slipped out of his gray beanie, he looked up from the key pad on the phone and asked another question. "D'you know the number to heaven?" His face was shining with amusement as I felt my face scrunch up in confusion.
"Heaven, what? Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows and putting my hands on my hips.
"'Cause, I need to call and report that they're missing an angel," he said casually, as if he just hadn't pulled out an overly cheesy pick-up line on a random stranger.
"... you're so cheesy!" I exclaimed, snatching my phone out of his hand. As he laughed lightly, I couldn't help but feel my face heat up and turn red, giving away my embarrassment. I'd never been so blatantly spoken to that way by someone. Let alone someone who was as attractive as this boy was.
"I had you going though, didn't I?" he questioned, nudging me slightly. I nodded and felt ignorant as I stood there and stared at him. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked, standing closer now.
"Riley Hollister," I said, fiddling with the strap of my dress. He made me feel nervous and somewhat like some giggly school girl.
"Well, Riley Hollister, my phone number is officially in your phone and I expect you to call me or text me later so I can know where to pick you up for dinner tonight at eight. I'm Harry Styles, by the way," he called as he started walking away, shooting me a wink and smiling the entire time.
"You, Harry Styles, are one cheeky bastard!" I cried after him, smiling and laughing the entire time.
"I know! See you tonight!" he called before he was out of earshot. Even when he was fading out of my line of sight, I could still see that shit eating grin and recalling the wink he'd sent in my direction before he went away.
I looked down at my phone and went through the contacts. I turned blood red when I realized just how much of a cheeky bastard Harry Styles was.
My newest contact was listed under the name 'your next boyfriend. ;)'