RAINY DAY [H.S.]

-14-

I was on my way back home, driving through the city, it was raining, I could barely see the road.

All I could see was the night lights, my mind was full of thoughs, all the past few hours been playing on repeat in my head. I almost lost him.

He was now in a stable state, but most of the people that got shot are now dead, I walked past destroyed families. The crying and the pain screams were too much to take in.

My dad was one of the few lucky survivors, if lucky was the word...

The pouring rain was banging against my car, I spend the day with my dad, but I had to go back home, get some sleep. I don't even think I will be able to sleep, but my dad kept on telling me he would be fine.

Once I was back home I could see a silouhette standing at the front door, it made my blood freeze.

What was this man doing here, under the rain, waiting at our door?

I soon enough reconized this face structure and those same curls I got to see a few months ago, Harry. 

I felt a huge amount of rage going back up to my throat, I stepped out of my car, the rain immediatly attacking every inches of me, I slammed the door so hard that I still don't know how the door glass was still up. The loud slam made his head switch to me, he started running. 

"You-" I mumbled through my teeths, once he was standing in front of me, I lost control. 

My fists attacked him with rage, obviously, he was stronger than me, so I was mostly just slapping his clothes at this point. The rain was making my hair soaking wet, I couldn't control anything, I just needed to get all this rage out.

I hated him, I hated everything, and the fact that he had the audacity to show up to my house after everything I had to endure the past few hourse, but yet, he didn't say a word. 

He was standing there, his wet curl pushed back, the water running down his features, making small drops on his perfect eyelashes, his lips were pressed in a line, he wasn't moving, letting me hit him as much as I wanted. 

"You never called me! You left!" I shouted, feeling my voice breaking, I felt all my tears going up, making my eyes burn. I somehow needed to shout, he was here and I had a bad day, it needed to get out of my chest. 

As soon as I felt two long arms wrapping around me, I pushed him away violently, and finally looked up at his eyes, he almost looked....sorry. The storm was getting worse and worse but no one of us moved, we were standing under the rain, my chest raising up in rage. 

"Jane..." he spoke under his breath as he looked at my eyes, just like he was looking for something in it.

He raised one of his hand lightly and pressed it against my cold rosy cheek. A tear rolled down my cheek as I pushed his hand away, he wouldn't get whatever he want doing his flirting stupid thing on me, it wouldn't work. 

I simply walked past him, but I couldn't take three steps without getting pulled back in front of him. 

"Stop that. Are you hurt? Were you in that street? Jane please just tell me you're okay and I will leave." he groaned, he seemed pissed, pissed by the way I was pushing him away. 

This was too much for me to take in, I bursted in tears, I didn't want to show him this side of me, but I couldn't help it and he seemed himself surprised by my reaction. 

"I wish that was me! I wish they shooted me instead of him!" I rambled as he pulled me against his chest, I didn't have the strenght to pull him away, I needed this hug more than I planned.