*Harry's P.O.V.*
I've always like it here in New York. Well I've lived here my whole life so I can't really compare it to any other place. But I do like it. The tall buildings, how crowded it it, the people. But it seems like something is missing; and I know exactly what that thing is. A friend. Sure, i have friends at my musical arts school but I mean a real, true friend. One that will stick around and not run off once they have gotten what they wanted out of me; one that will always be there. The day I met Louis Tomlinson, I finally found one.
Louis had transferred here from England searching for a good musical arts academy and I thank god everyday that he chose mine. I met him while I was working in the bakery down the street from my apartment. He strolled in and took a seat on one of the bar stools at the front, picking up the menu and scanning over it a minute, even though there wasn't much to choose from, while i pretended to be sweeping behind the counter. I was the only employee working at the time so I couldn't have one of the other ladies take his order for me; I do that a lot when its someone attractive. Finally after about another minute, I gathered up what little courage I had and made my way over to stand in front of him.
"Uh, hi, what can I get ya?" I tried to talk without my voice cracking, but sadly it didn't work. Apparently he noticed the nervousness in my voice and grinned. He has the type of smile could stop wars and cure cancer. "Yea, hi, um do you have scones?" Was that a British accent I was hearing?! I'm a total sucker for Brits so I knew I was screwed. I stood there mesmerized by him. Apparently I had been standing there not responding for an uncomfortable amount of time and he cleared his throat. "Um, sorry, uh what was your question?" He chuckled. "Seems like your had a bit of a rough day." he says with a smirk on his face. "Yea, I guess you could say that huh?" Really? That was the best response I could come up with? I've only been at work maybe 45 minutes, how could I have already had a rough day? I really wish I thought more before I spoke. "I, uh, asked if you had scones." Scones? What the hell are scones? Must be some fancy British thing.. "Uh, no, sorry, we don't. Is there.. something else I can get you?" He looked kinda shocked. "Yea, I'll just have a....blueberry muffin?" "That I can do."
He smiled at me as I took his menu and slide it under the counter. I tried to play it cool as i reached into the oven to pull out a pan of muffins. And once again, I failed. I had forgotten to put on my oven mitt before i reached for it, therefore grabbing it with my bare hand. I immediately dropped the pan and flew backwards, letting out quite a manly shriek if I do say so myself. Thankfully the open oven door caught the pan before the pan could hit the ground. Louis sprang to his feet and jumped over the counter to my aid. He grabbed my hand cautiously and examined it. He had the softest hands I think i have every felt. When I finally got the courage to look up, he was staring at me. God, his eyes. They were blue like the ocean and you see into them for miles.
He chuckled. "Sorry. Uh I had some medical training back home, so my instinct kinda took over." He let go of my head and hair him fingers through his hair out of embarrassment, looking at the ground. "Oh, no, uh, it's fine." I try to sound like I'm not about to cry, but my voice keeps breaking. "I'm kinda glad you're here cause I have no idea of how to treat this. Care to help?" He looks up, his eyes full of light as he smiles at me. "I'd love to! I thought I came off kinda weird there for a second... not the best first impression haha.." He trailed off as he grabbed some paper towels off of the counter and walked over to the sink to wet them. I couldn't help but stare at his hands as he put the paper towels under the water. He was gorgeously tanned, not too much, not too little. Perfect golden brown. I eyes trailed up his arm as he rung the out. As he twisted them around in his hands, I could see his biceps rippling beneath his shirt. I also couldn't help notice his bum...Is that weird? Nah. It was literally perfect, and those skinny jeans were doing him justice. Okay, Harry, stop.
He walked back over to me and held his hand out, gesturing for my burnt hand. I slowly extended my hand. He carefully grabbed by wrist and flipped my hand palm up. He started to gently pat my burnt palm with the wet towels. God, did it sting. I winced and tried not to get teary eyed as he continued to aid my hand. " He looks up with a pained expression on his face."I'm sorry, love, I know it hurts. Do you have a first aid kit?" I bed down and reach under the counter and come back with a first aid kit in my good hand. I hand it to him and he opens the small white box and produced a small roll of gauze and a tube of burn ointment. He opened the tube and put a dime sized amount in his palm. With two fingers, he carefully applied the ointment to my hand and wrapped it in gauze. With the remaining towels, he wiped his hands and put the contents back into the box, and handed it to me.
"Thanks. I kinda would've been screwed if you weren't here haha." I smirked as I looked down at my hand, so expertly wrapped. "No problem! Glad I could be of help," he said smiling that smile that makes me weak in the knees. He jumped back over to the counter and turned to face me. Seeing him on the other side of the counter reminded me of why he came in here in the first place."Oh! your muffin!" I quickly turned around and carefully got a muffin from the tin, placed it in a brown bag and folded down the top. "Um, here ya go." I said in a quiet yet cheery tone. "Thanks. How much do I owe you?" I looked down at my wrapped hand and said, "you know what? Don't worry about it. It's on the house." His eyes got wide as he stammered for a second. "I..I can't accept that, c'mon, how much?" I laughed as I put my hand up, " No, I insist! If it weren't for you I would've had to sit at the hospital for two hours." He looked down at the brown bag in his hands and laughed with me. "Fine, if you insist. But at least..let me take you out for a coffee or something.." I stood there. Wide eyed and speechless, looking like a complete dummy. "Uh..haha...sure. You can definitely do that," I smirk as his angel like smile reappears on his face. "Alright. Sounds good! Um..here." I reaches for a stray napkin and pin laying conveniently on the counter, and jots down something. He folds it up and hands it to me. "So..I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?" He says and he grabs his satchel and brown bag off the counter and starts to back up towards the door, still facing me. "Yea, absolutely, see you tomorrow...I'm sorry, but I never got your name.." He stops right in front of the door, "Oh, how rude of me! Me names Louis, Louis Tomlinson. Yours?" "Uh Harry, Harry Styles." He smiles and proceeds to open the door. "Well, Harry, I shall see you tomorrow." As he is halfway out of the door I call back, "See you then, Louis.." And then he was gone. I stand there for a second recollecting about what just happened, and then I remember the piece of folded paper in my hand. I unfold it and see his phone number with his name signed below it. This has definitely been a good day on the job.
Hiya!! This is part one of my Don't Let Me Go fanfic! I hope you enjoyed it! I'm not sure how many parts there will be but hopefully there will be many. I'm not sure how often I will update but hopefully every week, maybe more than that, it just depends on how much time I have to write :)