The Bagman's Direction

Chapter 30

I stood underneath the heavy rainfall, the droplets becoming stowaways in my mouth. I lifted my face to the sky to let it replenish under the water. My eyes were shut and my hands were holding onto my arms. I was cold but I was not going to leave. I needed this.

"Lou"

I sighed and tilted my head to look at who called. I knew, I always knew but nonetheless. I looked at who I found because I had found him, he had not found me. I found him in the very depths of my soul, the crevice of my weak heart, in the lining of my tears. I found him everywhere, in everything before I even met him.

"I couldn't find quiet..." I mumbled, running a hand through my saturated hair.

I wiped the water out of my eyes so I could watch him walk over to me. I watched as the rain continued to pour and he began to soak when he stepped out of the porch. He leant against a pole connected to the stairs, keeping a reasonable distance but still getting wet. He wasn't sure if he should touch me, considering all we had been through.

"Why'd they all disappear when you said eyelashes?" I sheepishly asked.

He didn't reply, instead he just looked up at the moon with his arms crossed and his curls damp.

"They all just started packing up and clearing out. You might as well have said dick or something. They wouldn't have freaked out as much"

He chuckled, his eyes returning to me  and he yanked himself off the pole. I dropped my arms by my sides and stared at him, begging him to come over.

"Why did you have to say eyelashes?" I blubbered.

"Because I was being honest" He said, "They say eyelashes are the most attractive feature of a human. It's my favourite feature of yours and to be honest, yours just happen to be my favourite in the world"

He dawdled over, coming closer until he had his hands on my hips. He was hesitant at first to hold them but when I shuffled closer he didn't think twice.

"What does it mean? It can't just mean you like my eyelashes"

Harry shook his head with that damned playful smile. There had to be another meaning.

"You know why they packed up, so tell me"

He wiped my dripping fringe from my eyes and left his warm hand on my cheek. He wasn't going to answer, he was never straight with me.

"I wanted to hear your backstory" I mumbled and changed the topic, giving up.

"Did you just?" He cockily grinned, his hand slipping down to my neck.

I shivered and bit my lip to contain a moan. My breathing got heavier, slower.

"Yeah. I wanted to hear your story, your secrets, what's eating you up inside. I wanted to know about the love of your life, the one that got away. I wanted to know a lot of things and you still have the chance to tell me. Right here, right now"

"You are eating me up inside" He hazily replied.

He ducked his head down and leant in. He kissed my cool neck and I couldn't help but let out a surprised, satisfied moan. He continued along my neck, drinking in all the raindrops that resided against my skin. The moan turned into a groan when I realised he was doing this to distract me.

"Harry" I breathed, my hand on his shoulder as if to push him but not pushing him at all.

"Mmhmm" He uttered with his lips travelling down to my collarbone.

"Stop kissing me and tell me your backstory"

Harry pulled back, straightening his back and glaring at me.