Say You Won't Let Go || Bill Weasley

Fifty Three: Decided Futures

Living on the coast of England in the middle of the summer wasn't always warm, sunny days where one could enjoy living near the beach, soaking up the sun while laying on the sand next to the waves crashing nearby.

Some days were just the opposite, dark and dreary as rain poured from the sky and wind pushed things around like an invisible force. The waves from the ocean grew higher and more violent, and the air held a bit of a chill.

Bill, who had become used to living in Egypt, tended to favor the warm and sunny days of summer at their still-new home. The only thing he liked about the rainy days was how much his fiancée enjoyed them.

Isabelle, unlike Bill, loved when it rained at Shell Cottage. Aside from snow, rain had become her second favorite type of weather, especially once she and Bill were together. She liked being able to dance in the rain when there was a sudden, unexpected downpour, or cuddle in the living room with him watching movies while listening to the rain as it thudded against the windows and darkened the world around them, making her feel drowsy but more relaxed without the heat and brightness of the sun.

It was just before the next weekend, Thursday, when the rain began in the early afternoon while Bill was at work and Isabelle was home alone. She and Bill had planned to spend the rest of July and maybe some of August with his family at the Burrow, now that Harry would be returning from the Dursleys to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasleys and Hermione, so she elected to just enjoy the day at home instead of going out to run errands or help Fred and George at the shop that was now open. She was grateful for her decision, though, as the rain poured down and she wasn't stuck in Diagon Alley if the case was the same there.

Isabelle was sitting on the sofa knitting with the radio playing softly not far from her, humming quietly to the music as her hands worked with the yarn and needles to make a new scarf for Harry, as she noticed before she left Hogwarts that his was becoming a bit tattered and Molly was already working on a new jumper for him.

She nearly jumped out of her own skin when she heard the loud cracking sound of apparation and saw Bill appear not far from her.

Typically they avoided apparating directly into the house, for both that exact reason and also being used to hardly ever apparating into other buildings and houses because it was considered rude. On rainy days such as that, though, she didn't blame him once her heart fell back into its original rhythm.

"Sorry, love, I didn't mean to scare you," Bill said as he set his wand down on the side table and plopped down on the sofa next to her.

"It's okay," Isabelle said, setting her knitting down. "How was work?"

Bill groaned and wrapped an arm around her to pull her into his side. "Boring."

"So like always, then?"

"I don't even know why you still bother to ask," he chuckled. "Nothing that some cuddles with my beautiful fiancée can't fix, though."

"I think I can make that happen," Isabelle smiled, but moved off of him as he started to get up from where he sat.

"Let me go change and I'll be right back." Bill kissed her cheek softly before standing up and making his way upstairs to their bedroom to change his clothes, knowing how much she hated the feeling of the material of some of the things he wore to work.

While she waited, Isabelle returned to her knitting until he reappeared in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and he'd taken his hair out of the ponytail he typically wore to work to let it rest on his shoulders. While Isabelle thought Bill was attractive no matter what he wore, especially with his ripped jeans and the way he rolled the sleeves of his buttoned shirts up to his elbows, she wasn't afraid to admit that him being relaxed at home was her favorite.