𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐲|| 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗

Y/n quickly ran under a bus stop, but she was already well soaked up.
Shitty England weather.
She sighed and searched her phone, turning it on and opening her contacts, searching the first number that would pop up.
She called Lily. The phone rang, rang and rang but no answer. Probably she was working.
Then she searched another number. Hobie's number. Actually Somebody's number since Hobie sole the phone. She dialed it and called him.
At the second ring she answered <<Love?>>.
<<Hobie... can I come over?>>.
He stayed quiet for a second, in the background she could hear a noise as if he was laying down and now he was sitting up <<Something's wrong, innit?>>.
Meanwhile a bus came, and stopped in front of her, she got in and payed for a ticket. Meanwhile she kept talking to the phone <<My mom didn't like it so uh... can I come over?- Thank you.>> she said to the bus driver, taking the ticket and going sitting to an empty spot in the bus.
<<You don't have to even ask, you are always welcomed here.>>.

When she knocked up at his door, he immediately opened up <<Hurry, before you catch a cold.>> he said, holding her arm gently and taking her in, as ouside kept raining.
<<Sit on the sofa.>>
<<I am soaked wet->>
<<As if it's a problem, sit. I'll bring a warm blanket.>> he said with his usual british accent as he left the room. As she sat down she couldn't help but admire his house, or better, his apartment. It wasn't fancy or else, It was humble: the walls were covered by journals and some even covered by writings made by blue and red paint, a nice black and white sofa, on na wall was hanging the british flag, a small working tv and some guitars that actually looked like hand-made. Even so, it was clean and well taken care of.
Hobie came back with a big warm blanket in his right hand and some clothes in his left hand <<Got something that you could change in. They don't fit me anymore, but for a shortie like you they sure do.>> teased with a smirk to light up the mood.
She rolled her eyes playfully, taking the blanket and the clothes <<Oh shut the hell up.>>.
<<Oh look at you, you're just like an arm rest. I am sure you'd be pretty comfy too...>> kept teasing, the smirk still hanging on his face.
<<Stop it.>>
<<I know you're jelly. If you want to experience the world up there, you could always give me a call.>>
<<I'll kick you in the back of your knees and make you kneel in front of me.>>
<<Oh I knew it's such a turn on for you, but isn't it too much love?>>
<<Oh dear God, help me... huh shush!>> she blushed, walking to the bathroom to change herself, as Hobie was still amused by the lighthearted teasing. She took her time to change her clothes, looking around the bathroom. It wasn't that messy, but surely it was chaotic and full of stuff as shampoo, clothes, pins, and random DVDs (surely stolen). After a few minutes she came out, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. The clothes were fitting perfectly, as if these were hers. She was dry, but her hair still a bit wet.
She went back sitting on the couch, as hobie had a small hairdryer in his hands. She sat there, silently as he gently dried her hair. She didn't ask for that service, but she didn't complain, neither did he. He did it gently and smootly, trying to do not hurt her or burn her with the heat. He talked to her through it <<Want to talk about it?>>.
She knew damn well what he meant by "it".
<<She thought I passed the test, but she got furios. I never saw her so mad like that in my whole life.>> she explained, Hobie listened as he kept drying her hair gently <<She yelled, she seemed broken and said I disappointed her.>>
<<Did she really say that?>> he asked, he repeated.
<<Yes she did. She sound so sure of what she was saying.>>
<<And how you feel about it?>> he asked, humming as he dried her hair gently. His touch was really smooth and soft, as a caring person stroking his lovers, showing and transmit all his love and tranquility to the other. The way he asked simple but effective questions was so therapeutic. Maybe he didn't realize, but he surely knew what people needed to hear and he knew the perfect questions to ask.
Y/n kept talking, gesticulating with her hands, that made Hobie smile gently even if she couldn't see his expressions since he was behind her <<I feel sad, maybe a bit... disappointed by her reaction? She always loved and praised me for good things I did. I was a bit scared of her reaction, but I thought that maybe a little mistake wasn't going to be that bad... and I was wrong, because probably it was a big mistake what I did.>>.
<<I don't think so. Maybe it was important for her.>>
<<It was.>>
<<And for you?>>
<<Not that much...>>
<<And what's the problem? Are you happy?>>
<<Well no...>>
<<I mean with your life, your mind, your body, your soul. Screw your mother, what happened earlier.>> he spoke. He was serious, his voice thick and deep, but it still comforted her <<Are your happy with your friends? With your knowledge? When you sing? When you perform? Your feelings are valid, love, totally valid. Trust me...>>.
She stayed quiet. All the emotions she felt in that moments it was because of what her mother made her feel, not of because her life. She loved singing, she loved her friends, she loved her body even because it didn't fit the standards of the society, her mind was a bit messy but she accepted it, she loved her life deeply. She loved living. And maybe making her lovely and sunny life turn into darkness wasn't the best idea just because somebody was not happy of how much effort you put in your work. She never wanted to become a lawier, but a singer. Travel the world. Meet new people. Eat new type of foods. Dance at parties, until her feets couldn't stand her anymore.
Her life wasn't over just because somebody was turning her down.
And now she was thinking of how many girls and how many boys were feeling like her just because something bad happened. She now wanted to go to them and say "Hey. It's okay, your feelings are valid. But the world is still spinning, you have many opportunity". That was literally what Hobie wanted to tell her, using different words and mostly making her thing abbout it.
And it worked.
All the sadness she was feeling until that moment disappeared, saying hello to calmness.
<<Do ya want some noodles and listen to some Marvin Gaye?>> suddently Hobie's voice called her from her thoughts, as the hairdrier was turned off.
<<I'd love it...>>