heads or tails // m.t + c.p [ discont. ]

Ch 1.3 • Rain

I felt something, something wet. Water droplets. I counted, one, then two then they all came down at once in a flurry of speed. It was like the sky was crying tears from the clouds and then thunder came to shake the skies and lightening to frighten the moon. The entire place had turned from serene to abysmal with a click of the big guys fingers and I was the pawn to his game, stood outside, nothing but soaked to the bone and chilled to the core. Clouds rolled overhead and thunder rumbled yet again, followed by the equally terrifying flash of lightening. I shivered and shook from pure cold. Walking back to the car was pure hell, torture perhaps. I fell over once or twice, due to my inability to feel my legs, my toes were about to drop of, the tips of my ears hurt like hell and my fingers felt like they were no longer attached to my body. But at long last I saw it. I turned a corner and semi-hidden behind a sopping wet bush sat the all too familiar black Cadillac SUV with tinted windows and a driver that always manages to niggle their way into my private life, intentional or otherwise. Charlie saw me and he looked shocked at my sodden appearance. He appeared by my side and side hugged me whilst holding his coat above my head. "Th- thank you," I whispered in my state, only able to talk out of one side only mouth.

"Let's get you in the car," he told me, rubbing my shoulder to give me some kind of heat. My lips I'm sure we're blue and I couldn't stop myself from shaking violently. The body heat radiating off him was warming a little bit, but not nearly enough. By the time we reached the car, Charlie too was sopping, dripping wet. He wrapped a spare coat around me to keep me warm. "Do you want to go to my house to get warmed up? It's closest," he suggested and I nodded. Anything to get warmed up. We drove for about five minutes before pulling up at a large house, almost as big as my rented one but not quite. He sheltered me as best he could getting me into the house, which is equally as big on the inside as the outside. In the centre of the room was a shiny, black grand piano and stool, if you walked a little right of that you got to a large couch and TV with a sound system. There's no way you can afford this on drivers pay. Since I physically couldn't talk, I was going to have to forget about it. "Okay, you can take a shower upstairs, and I'll take one two doors down in the other shower okay?" I nodded and he helped me up the staircase, very slowly, up the striped carpeted staircase. I very nearly fell down once so he picked me up and carried me bridal style to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and made sure it wasn't either too cold or too hot and then smiled and said, "Right. I'll leave you to it, Trainor. Take as long as you need. You'll be okay?" Concern was evident in his tone and I smiled lightly, happy to be in the warmth of a house.

"I'll be okay, Puth. Thank you," I grinned as best I could. He left the room, stating he's two doors down and to just call if I need him and left me to strip off and shower. I peeled off my dripping wet, cold clothing and piled them on a spare towel on the floor. I got into the steaming shower and relished the warmth. It was beating down on my skin, pounding warmth and heating me almost fully. I stood there for a while, heating up and washing the smell of rain from my skin and hair. After a little while I heard a knock beating on the door.

"Meghan?" It was Charlie, he was obviously out of the shower already but I couldn't help but wonder why he was here, he did say to take as long as I need.

"Yeah?" I called back, my voice not nearly as shaky as before, thankfully.

"What're you going to do about clothes?" He asked through the door, his voice was muffled and droned out with the patter of hot water on both my skin and the floor of the shower. But I heard him loud and clear and only now did I realise the only clothes I had with me were freezing cold and exceptionally wet. I honestly had no idea, I didn't have any underwear either.

"I'm not sure," I replied, my voice also being muffled probably.

"You can wear some of my sweats and a t-shirt if you'd like, just until you get home," he suggested. I considered it. It wouldn't be so bad, they'd be baggy so you wouldn't be able to tell with my lack of underwear. Yeah, it didn't seem so bad.

"Uh, yeah, please. I don't have anything else it's all soaked."

"Okay, well I'll leave it on the landing so just get it whenever you're ready, I'll be downstairs," I could practically feel his smile through the wall, I could hear it in his tone. He was happy, that's good. I heard footsteps retreat and then come back, the walk away from the door for the final time and then the footsteps thudded lightly down the downstairs and eventually got too quiet for me to hear. After another few minutes I decided I'd had enough, so turned off the shower and stepped out of it, wrapping a towel around my body and then one around my hair to dry it a little. I cracked open the door and saw a t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, I pulled them into the bathroom and unfolded them. The grey sweatpants had a converse logo decorating the top of the left thigh. The t-shirt had small decorative pattern on it that I was sure I'd seen before but couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Oh well.

A/N: Hello, I'm writing this in English right now, we're only reading this complicated as book anyway.

QOTD: Are you going to see Meghan when she tours in the summer?
AOTD: I hope so... I don't know if it's a world tour so I don't know whether I can go or not.

Stay strong lovelies,
- Faye x