Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 1

Peyton's P.O.V

"Louis where are you?" I asked, walking into the coffee shop soaked to the bone.

"Err, about that. I won't be able to come. So err Harry's coming instead." He answered.

"Harry?" I repeated.

"Yeah. He's on his way." Louis answered.

I knew Louis from a couple of years ago. We used to work together. I had also moved to London from Doncaster because my family had moved. "Peyton, you still there?" Louis' voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, yeah." I said, trying to get the hang of this phone which was probably a hundred years old. I had to keep it since I had left my phone at Louis'.

Harry's P.O.V

"Louis, are you trying to set me up, AGAIN?" I sighed. "No need to return the favour man." I said slightly irritated. Louis had been trying to set me up with like a million girls. And not once did it work out.

"Err, no." Louis said.

"Louis." I said.

"Fine. Yes I am." Louis said.

"I swear, this is the last time I'm going out with one of these girls that you recommend me." I said.

"Trust me, you'll like her." Louis chuckled.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Peyton." Louis answered.

"Okay, Peyton." I said. "How does she look?" I asked.

"Err, she has long hair and brown eyes." He answered.

"That helps." I said sarcastically.

"She's probably wearing a blue and purple bracelet." Louis added.

"So you expect me to look at her wrist?" I asked, laughing.

"Err good point." Louis laughed. "Well she's probably drenched, because she was ranting about it." Louis said.

"Thanks. Bye." I said.

"Bye," he said ending the call. I parked the car, before walking up to the glass doors. I noticed a drenched girl. Funnily enough, her bracelet was on display and I could see it clearly.

Peyton's P.O.V

I can't believe Louis wasn't going to come!

I was so busy praying that Harry wouldn't go through my mobile that I hadn't noticed the curly boy, standing right before me.

"Err, Peyton?" He asked.

"Err yeah. Harry?" I asked, standing up.

"Yeah." He said smiling before sitting down. I sat down as well, breathing in and out. Calm down Peyton. Calm down.

It was such an awkward silence; he stared at me while I tried to focus on the table mat. Trust me, it was hard. "Err, Peyton, your phone." Harry said in his hot of a voice, passing me my phone.

"Oh thanks." I said blushing, before taking my phone and putting it in my pocket.

"You're a little wet." Harry said.

"I know. It was raining really hard and I missed the bus. So I ended up walking it here. Louis said he would bring me my phone but then sent you instead." I laughed.

"Oh." He said smiling. Oh my, his smile was to die for. The dimples, the way his whole face lit up. "How did you manage to forget it?" He asked.

"Err, I had left it on charge at his house then sort of just left it there by accident." I answered.