The Rain (Matt Dierkes x Reader)

The Rain

When you went to leave the hotel after checkout, you were greeted by a torrential downpour of rain. Luckily one of the other crew guys had offered to load your stuff, but now the bus was parked on the side of the building ready to leave with no cover from the elements in sight.

You loved the rain. How it smelled. How it felt. How it sounded. It was natures white noise that soothed and cooled the warm summer air while replenishing the earth and healing the soul.

The muffled sounds of your favorite Spotify playlist blasted from your phone in your pocket, a soundtrack to the moment.

A moment where your body gave in to impulsive thoughts and had you stepping out into the deluge.

You tilted your head back and let the drops wash over your face, slowly soaking your hair and clothes.

"What the hell are you doing?" A voice yelled from behind you.

You turned to see Matt standing there smiling back at you in disbelief. He stood just inside the doorway, having just settled the hotel bill with the front desk.

"What does it look like Matthew?" You replied, before tilting your head back again, arms stretched out by your side.

"I'm gonna get wet running to the bus anyway so I'm gonna at least take a moment to enjoy it."

"You're gonna get sick!" He stated, shaking his head.

"Oh shut up and live a little" you yelled, kicking your foot through the puddling water in his direction.

The force of the kick sent a stream of water up hitting his face and upper body.

He stood there with a shocked expression, making you laugh and kick the puddle again.

More water pelted his body, his black t-shirt now starting to cling to his chest.

"Stop, Y/N" he warned, face now etched with a more serious expression than before.

"Come out here and make me, Dierkes." You taunted.

You kicked at the water again, hitting your target.

"That's it!" He yelled, before charging after you.

A scream mixed with laughter escaped your throat as Matt began chasing you across the parking lot.

As you neared the corner of the building and closer to the where the bus was parked. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet, spinning you around.

When he set you down you turned toward him, grabbing his arms to steady yourself. Laughter and the sound heavy breaths from running mixed with the soft sounds of the music still playing in your pocket.

His hands settled on either side of your waist and he gently pulled you closer to him.

His face held a serious expression mixed with a hint of conflict as his brown hazel eyes scanned your face, taking in the sight before him as water droplets rippled off the now waterlogged brim of his hat.

He reached up with his right hand and gently pushed away a few strands of hair that had become plastered to the side of your face.

As he moved, you couldn't help but notice the elvish script that encircled his wrist marking the bottom of his Lord of the Rings sleeve. It was the exact same script that ran down the length of your spine.

You felt his hand on your cheek and your attention was drawn back to his face. You took notice of his brown eyes, his straight nose, and his pink lips as the pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheek.

He signed and whispered, "Fuck it."

His lips collided with yours, arm snaking its away around your back pulling you flush against him. You frozen for a moment before your brain registered what was happening and you felt yourself melt into him with a sigh. His lips were warm and firm, but gentle as they slotted against yours. You slid your hands up his arms and over his chest, gripping the wet fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer.

He pulled back a moment later and the two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity as the rain continued to pour. Your ears picked up the faint sound of the phone somehow still playing music in your pocket. The two of you swayed back and forth as the tune eventually came to a close.

"We should probably get to the bus." He said, breath shaky.

You nodded. But before you could let go, he briefly captured your lips again in one more sweet kiss.

The two of you smiled as you ran toward the rest of the distance to the bus.

What you didn't know until later was that everyone on the bus saw what had happened and one of the crew guys had recorded your time in the rain. Sending the full video to the both of you to keep.

When they posted it on Twitter later, they had edited out the beginning. So on playback all you could see was the two of you running across the parking lot to the door of the bus and various dialogue from the members inside.

"That's Dierkes and Y/N!"

"Yeah, that's Matt and Y/N."

"That's even better!"

"Oh. My. God."

Upon reaching the door, Matt had punched in the access code and let out a loud "AGH!" as the door swung open we climbed inside. As we reached the top of the starts he let out another "AGH" toward the camera before the video ended.

Laughter and joking erupted from the front lounge as the guys began to give their usually serious tour manager flack for being a secret romantic. The two of you simply shared a smile as the jokes continued before rushing off the change and prepare for the journey to the next stop of the tour.