Zalfie Oneshots

The Storm

A/N:

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Zoë's POV

The wind pushed against the window with a racketing force and the rain tumbled from the sky in heavy, clumsy droplets. Just like the fists of a thousand angry men they pelted the glass of the windows so hard I feared the glass would eventually shatter, exposing me to the true harshness of the elements.

It was a Friday evening, the clock had only just struck 10:00pm, and I had bathed, written a blog post, edited a video and completed my night time face routine to try to distract me from the horrific storm that was building outside, but as I lie here in bed all curled up into a ball with the duvet covers pulled to my neck and my eyes shut tight I felt anything but distracted from the temperas weather, in fact I felt as though I had been enveloped into the middle of it all.

Each thud of a single raindrop hitting my bedroom windows felt amplified in my ears, creating an awful choir of crashes and bangs. I wondered if anyone else in my building could feel their walls shaking and their hearts pounding, waiting for the walls to cave in each time an enormous gust of wind picked up. Then I wondered, was it just me who was shaking?

I was alone in my home. I should be I suppose. I live alone, and I have lived alone for the best part of a year now. It felt strange on my own though, lying here listening to this storm. It made me feel less safe, less exposed, more vulnerable, more... alone.

I sighed and rolled onto my left side, keeping my eyes firmly shut to ensure I didn't catch a glimpse of a strike of lightening, and to help me forget the uneasy feeling my dark room was giving my tonight. I wish I wasn't alone. I wish I wasn't all on my own.

I dreamt a wonderful dream. Alfie, my tall, dark, handsome, novel-like Alfie was unlocking the door of my flat. He let himself in, and I could hear him shuffling around with his coat and shoes in the hall, and then the patter of his feet and the shift of his bag echoed through my quiet home as he got closer to the bedroom. Closer. Closer. Closer.

I suddenly felt myself beginning to stir, but again I didn't dare let my eyes open, for I didn't want to see what they were shielding me from. I smiled slightly at my dream, but this was short lived as a horrendous crash of thunder made me curl into a ball one again and whimper from the shock. My dreamlike state had not quite released me from its grasp yet, so a whispered "Alfie" left my lips and I made a desperate but small move to find him from my little ball on my bed.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay Little One. I'm here now."

Well, I thought I must be going mad!

The sound of this husky voice suddenly made me feel safer. It instantly warmed my cold body and rejuvenated my tired limbs. I heaved my body upright and encouraged my eyes to ping open, but for a moment they could only squint from the shock of the flood of light from my ceiling.

At first my vision was hazy, but I could make out a tall figure moving towards me, and eventually that figure turned into Alfie Deyes.

"Alfie? Are you here or did I just dream it." I demanded he tell me, not yet letting him see my fear of the weather outside, nor my excitement of his presence.

Alfie chuckled that sweet chuckle he reserves for only moments like this. Moments where I realise I have been silly and he will remind me of that in the morning, but where he finds me adorable and he wants me to know he loves me.

It was Alfie. He had really come.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Alfie, pleased my eyes had adjusted as I pleasantly watched him undress down to his boxers before he slipped into bed next to me.

Alfie smiled and put his arms around me, allowing me to get comfortable in his arms and then gently kissing the side of my head a time or two. I smiled into Aflie's chest and snuggled my face into him harder, bringing myself closer to him, basking in the wanderlust of his glorious, unique smell.

"I thought you might be scared of the storm." Alfie simply replied, holding me close and barricading me against his body, using his arms as shields and his body for protection. That was one of the many beautiful things about Alfie Deyes, he lets you know he loves you. He makes you know he loves you.

"You are the most endearing, thoughtful, beautiful man I know" I declared to Alfie as I lay across his chest and his hand massaged my tired body.

"And why is that?" Alfie asked. I paused and looked at him, completely in awe at the genuine look of happiness and surprise that I would say such a thing, but of course I would.

Stroking his face and gently connecting our lips I smiled at him. "Must I tell you my reasons? I thought we could maybe do something else to take our minds off of this storm."

I know, that's not what this visit was about, but I couldn't help myself. Alfie was just... he was just perfect.

Until he had mentioned it I hadn't thought of the storm since Alfie had arrived. I had though thought of his voice, and his smile, and his eyes, and his gesture, and the ruckus outside had become only a backing track to our meeting with no hazards or scary noises. I no longer felt scared.

"You travelled all the way from your home to mine alone in this horrendous storm simply to hold me?" I asked Alfie after a little while.

Alfie's tired eyes smiled down at me and he kissed me gently. "Yes."

And then we lie there. Walls swaying, rain thudding, wind howling, thunder booming, and yet we remain wrapped up in one another, oblivious.

Because I didn't mind the storm at all, not with Alfie by my side.

And then we lie there. Lips connecting, hearts racing, hands exploring, bodies intertwining, and yet the weather powered on all through the night, oblivious.

Because it didn't realise that it didn't scare me anymore. Not when Alfie was here.