Don't Let Me Go.

London Here We Come...

   CIEARA'S P.O.V.

We pulled up in front of my apartment building.

It's a very secluded place.

We got there in 5 minutes flat.

"Let's go."

"C'mon. We have less than an hour to get to the airport."

He took his keys out the ignition and unlocked the doors.

We hurried across the street, he quickly opened the door with the spare key I gave him.

We walked in the building together.

"Lets take the elevator."

I stood in front of the opening doors pressing the up button.

    Ding!

The elevator opened up in a flash.

"Ladies first."

I stepped onto the elevator and soon Harry followed.

"9th floor right?"

"Yea."

Harry doesn't really come to my place to often.

The doors opened up and closed automatically when we stepped off.

"I know this part. Your the first apartment when you get off the vator."

I smiled.

"Oh how you know me so well."

He fished out his keys and unlocked my door.

We walked into my decent sized apartment.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Wow its been a while since I've been here. She must've redecorated.

"Hey I'm going to go hop in the shower, do you mind packing my clothes in my suitcase?"

"Of course babe."

"Thanks."

She skipped to the bathroom.

"No problem." I called off behind her.

I looked around her apartment before I went to the bedroom to pack.

The walls were painted pure white and the carpet was a shag of grey. The living room had a black L shaped couch in the middle of the room right in front of the fire place. Right above the fire place was a 30" flat screen mounted on the wall. The walls had frames with pictures of her family and her and I.

I needed to hurry up and go back her bags.

I made my way to the bedroom.

I remember this room.

I gave myself a smug smirk.

"Let's see...."

I went to her closet and pulled out her suitcase by pink, and sat it on her red velvet colored bed.

I opened it up, and went back to the closet.

Man she's got a lot of skinny jeans. Who am I kidding? I have more.

I grabbed a pair of blue denim shorts, a black pair of skinny jeans, white skinny jeans, and a white pair of shorts off of their hangers and folded them neatly in the suitcase.

I returned back to the closet and grabbed her white and black stripped loose tee that hangs off her shoulder, her golden shirt with an owl on it, her pink sweater, and a cheetah print half crop tee.

I placed those in the suitcase as well.

That was easy. Now to the underwear drawer.

They must be in the dressers.

I was right.

I opened the drawer. There they were.

I pulled out 6 pairs of underwear, not knowing which ones to take, and threw them in not caring if they were neat or not.

"Babe?"

I turned around, to see Cieara in a red towel in the doorway.

My eyes went over her astonishing figure.

I finally met her gaze.

"Yes?"

"Did you pack my clothes already?" She made her way closer.

"Y-y-yea."

She stopped in her tracks, and smiled.

"Cool thanks."

"No problem."

I sat down on the bed.

"Uhm Harry?"

"Yes?"

She coughed.

"Oh right..."

"Thanks."

I got up and left to the living room so she could get dressed.

I sat on the couch and waited.

I looked at my watch it read 12:19

"Baaabe!" I shouted out.

"I'm finishing packing right now, give me 5!"

I got up from the couch to the kitchen to find something to snack on.

Aaahh there you go.

A banana.

I grabbed the banana and quickly finished it, throwing the banana peel away.

"Ready."

I heard a voice chime from behind me.

I turned around and smiled.

Her hair was dripping wet in a mop of mess in a bun. Her curls were glistening.

She wore a similar white v neck to the one she had on last night, with some black yoga pants, and tan sperrys with her suitcase in her hand.

We matched.

Well almost.

I wore a white v neck shirt too, with black sweats with grey vans. My hair was wet but its still curly.

"Hey where'd you get the shirt?"

I said on our way out the door, waiting for the elevator.

"You left it here the first time you spent the night."

She must've remembered that night to.

"Aahh I see. Well it looks nice on you." I smiled.

"Thanks." She was blushing.

Dinnnngg!

We climbed onto the elevator.

I was getting nervous.

London here we come.

We. Me and her. Her and I. I like the sound of that.

I couldn't help but smile to myself.

Cieara laced my hand with hers.

We made our way to the car.

I grabbed her suitcase.

Once we reached the car, I popped the trunk and put her suitcase in there and returned to the front.

I unlocked the door, and we got settled.

"London here we come." She said.

I started the car and made our way to the airport.