Clean Bandit

Harry POV

"No Louis, you don't understand, it's a legal shot, the goalie didn't block it." I explain as Louis yells at the football game on the TV in the bar.

"But..." He whines.

I look to my right and there's a crash and a flash of purple hair.

I look over my table and see a girl has tripped. I get up and help her.

"Are you ok?" I ask her and her gray eyes meet mine.
"Yes." she answers curtly and picks up her book.
"I like your hair." I say help her to her feet.
"I get that alot." she chuckles.
"I'm sure you do." I say and smile at her. "Can I treat you to a drink?"
"Oh uh yeah." She says.

"You a lightweight?" I ask her.
"No, but my friend Sam can't drink one beer without crashing." She says, smiling.
"Wow."
"Hey who's the chick with a sick nose ring?"
"My name is Wren."
"Wren, I like it, I'm Louis."
"I'm Harry, wow, I should've told you that before." I chuckle and scratch the back of my neck.
"Harry and Louis..hmm, I've always wanted a Harry friend." she says taking a sip of her beer.
"That was cold." Louis says.
"I don't know, I get that alot." I answer winking at her former response.

"So you're from Maine, you moved to LA because of work, and you hate grapes." I sum up our former conversation.

"You are from London, you moved here to be different, your dog is afraid of birds."

"Yup."

"I should go soon." she says.
"Can I have your number?" I ask her.
"Sure."

We exchange numbers and I look as she picks up her purse and flashes me a smile.

"I'll see you around, we should do something." she suggests.
"Sounds great." I say and Louis comes up and pats me on the back.
"You scored yourself a date, eh mate?"
"Kind of."
"Let's get home."

~

Wren's POV

"So he asked for your number?" Sam asks me.
"Yes, yes he did." I raise my eyebrows.
"That's so exciting! You haven't a boyfriend since Josh!"
"Ugh, let's not."

"Payment is due on Friday." I tell her looking through our apartment bills.

"Damn. I don't get paid until Sunday!"
"I can't cover for you." I tell her.
"Please???"
"You have to fix this yourself."

I'm watching TV when I hear my phone buzz and I pick it up, walking onto our porch.

"Hello?"
"Hi it's Harry."
"Hey"
"I know what we can do!"
"What's that?"
"Lunch, a surprise place, it's new, tomorrow, noon!" he says.
"Sounds like a plan." I say, biting my lip.
"See you then, purple."
"Okay, Curly."

"Who was that?" Sam asks.
"Harry." I say, fighting a smile.
"Ooh, he's got the hots for you!!!"
"Shut up!"

I feel happy inside.

Finally.