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12. Maisie

The rain doesn't seem that it'll stop any sooner. I'm sitting with my back against a wall hoping that it'll stop raining. I've had no luck so far the past half hour. My skin feels soggy, and my toes inside my shoes are drowning of pooling water. It seemed like a pretty good idea to go out for a run after I left the doctors, especially after the news he gave me. Right now, I regret not getting into the car with Niall. Yet I'm glad since he was being rude about it. I knew nothing good comes out of his mouth. God he's so strange. I've never met a boy like him. Wearing tanks in this horrible weather, his tattoos on his right forearm, yet he's still awfully quiet. It scares me to think, that he could be judging me in his mind. He probably has. I don't even know why I'm thinking of him. I'd keep walking, but my legs are sore. The rain isn't making it any better. A dry environment sounds like a nice idea right about now.

At the end of the street I see a pair of headlights. They look familiar when they stop in front of me. I know then who it is that steps out of the car holding something in his hand. Although I can't see him clearly and not because of the rain but because of my poor eyesight, he walks up to me, hovering over.

"Your fucking crazy" He's got that right. He tells me to get up, and helps me to do so. It's a blanket that is in his hand, and he wraps it over me. Guiding me to his car. Once I'm in I'm shivering like crazy. How ironic. The car starts to drive and all I can do is wonder, why the hell did he come back for me.

"Where do you live?" He asks but I can't even move my lips. I'm too cold. "Come on you have to tell me where you live so I can drop you off" Why is he even doing this? Out of all the people, why does he decide to do a good deed for me.

I manage to say a few words as to where I live. And fortunately he knows what I'm saying. He turns the heater on high and it's so lovely to feel the warmth of air hit my face. In seconds my body heats up fast. In the car I feel a pressure hit against me. And it's not because of the hot air. Just to know that he's sitting beside me sends shivers down my spinal cord. He makes me nervous. Now I don't know what it is. I don't talk to him, he's a stranger. Picking me up to drive me home. I should stop over thinking it. I tend to over analyze things and the next thing I know I'm planning to move to Europe. He's doing something nice, I shouldn't have judged him. He could be rude once and be nice the other. Maybe he doesn't mean to be nice. Maybe he feels bad. That's the last thing I want. Damnit Maisie stop it.

The tension eases when he turns on the radio. My jaw almost falls to my lap when I begin to hear classical music through the speakers. I never intended him to be listening to this type of music. It's soothing. No wonder it's on his radio. From the corner of my eye, I can see his arms and hands loosen around the steering wheel. He turns his head side to side, stretching his neck.

"Who is this?" I ask weakly. I think I might be getting a cold.

"Beethoven" He simply replies without saying another word or even looking at me. I look out the window. I can't see anything but the raindrops stream on the glass. I sigh heavily and rest my head against it. So much for trying to start a conversation, when he doesn't even give in.

My mind is all over the place. I don't know why I was so stupid to even stand in the middle of the street. I was lucky he saw me. I could've gotten run over. I was a mess, highly upset. My doctors visit didn't go so well. I don't plan on talking about it anytime soon.

Half an hour later, God knows what time it is, we pull up at my building. It's still pouring outside and I pull the blanket closer to me. He stops the car close to the entrance and turns off the engine. He doesn't say anything for a while. Doesn't look at me either. I don't want to know what's on his mind, and I don't even want to think about it. My legs are numb but I have to go. I can see there are massive puddles that soon my building could be flooded.

"Thank you, for coming back for me" I say and open the door. I don't hear him say anything but I feel his eyes on me. I let go of his blanket and step out, my foot immediately falling into a puddle of water. "Really?" I say to myself and get out of the car. At the same time I hear him get out as well.

"Here" I hear him say and he covers us both with blanket. His arm as a shield. The rain either way gets through. We're walking through the water, and it doesn't make it easy when my legs are hurting I can tell he's getting frustrated. It seemed like we were close to the entrance but right now it looks like we're a mile away. We're doing our best to avoid puddles but as soon as he steps in water it ticks him off.

"Fuck it" I feel his hand slide down the back of my thigh. I jump a little at the sudden contact. He lifts me up and runs to the door. He pushes the door open, and carefully sets me down. Through the doors I can see the lighting and hear the thunder.

"Thank you" I wrap the blanket around me again. It's freezing, how does he do it? Just wearing a tank top.

"Fuck it's really going down out there" I think he says to himself as he looks out through the glass doors. We're both soaking, dripping with water.

"Do you want to come up and wait until it dies down?" I ask nervously. I don't know what I'm more afraid of, letting him into my apartment, or what will happen if he agrees to. At this point, he'll stay quiet. I prefer him that way although I don't like it when it becomes awkward. I think he has been the only person that I've been in these types of tensions.