Cold, wet, tired, and alone. That's how I felt huddled in a corner formed by a brick wall and a wooden bench. Cars' wheels smacked the wet asphalt and the rain came down in big, fat drops. My head was downcast, watching people’s feet go by, nobody wanting to look at the sodden girl on the side of the street.
“Excuse me,” a low, raspy voice spoke above me. I brought my eyes up to the person’s shins, clad in skinny, black denim.
“You alright, love?” I nodded, wearily, my eyes stationary. The person knelt in front of me, placing two long, thin fingers underneath my chin, gently forcing it upwards so I had to look at him. Slowly, I took in his grey, stormy eyes, dark brown hair, and soft pink, bow lips.
“You’re soaked,” he noted in a hushed tone, looking down at my slick, leather jacket, dripping maroon hoodie, and indigo jeans.
“Come with me, babe, and we’ll get you cleaned up.” He grabbed my forearm, pulling me off the ground and coaxing me along.
“My name’s Matthew, by the way, but you can call me Matty,” the person spoke, one hand on my lower back, leading me along. I kept my eyes trained on the ground as Matty continued to walk. He entered a warm building lobby, going over to the lift. I followed, inaudibly, eyeing the luxurious looking establishment. Matty pressed a button on the wall and the lift’s doors closed, the tiny box gradually beginning to rise. A bell dinged and the doors slid open. Matty gestured for me to exit and I slid out of the lift, waiting for him to start down one of the hallways.
“My room is this way,” he motioned to the right with his head, and began gingerly walking in that direction. He passed a few rooms, with me walking right behind him, before stopping at a door, pushing a small, gold key in, and turning the lock to open the door. He disappeared down a hallway, leaving me in the foyer, staring into the flat.
Matty walked back into my view, carrying a pile of clean, folded clothes. "Here," he held them out to me. "You can change if you'd like." I took the clothes, and he told me where the bathroom was. I hurried past him with my head down, following his instructions.
Once in the bathroom, I peeled off my wet clothing with difficulty. I picked up the pair of trousers Matty had given me, a pair of plain, black joggers with deep side pockets, and slid them on. I picked up the grey, long sleeve, thermal shirt and put it over my head. Looking in the mirror at my reflection, I saw that my usually blonde, wavy hair was now stringy and wet, making it appear brown. With a sigh, I put my hair up into a knot on top of my head. I folded up my now damp clothing, carrying it out of the bathroom.
I found Matty in the kitchen, sitting at the worktop, his back to me. I cleared my throat as I walked further in.
He looked over his shoulder at me, a pair of thick, tortiose shell glasses on his face. "Oh, hello, love. Sorry, I was just getting a bit of work done." He explained, picking up the stack of papers he'd been looking at. I nodded, going to stand on the opposite side of the counter. I placed my wet clothing on the worktop, and saw Matty look up slightly at it.
"I can dry those for you, if you'd like." He peered up at me over the top of his glasses. I nodded, letting him take them. He disappeared, coming back momentarily, empty handed.
"They'll be done in a while." I nodded in understanding, looking around the homely kitchen.
"You don't talk a lot, do you, love?" he noted, a small smile on his face. I shook my head, no, in response.
"Thought so." Matty turned back to his work, leaving me to look around. I tried to stifle a yawn, but Matty heard me and looked up.
"You're tired." He acknowledged with a small smirk. I shrugged, not wanting to admit it. "You can sleep in my room." Matty stood, walking out of the kitchen. I curiously followed him as he strode down a few hallways, finally opening one of the white, wooden doors to reveal a dark room. Matty took a few steps in, flicking his arm and turning on the light switch to reveal his room. The back wall was made of differing colors of grey brick. His bed had a comfortable looking, fluffy, white duvet over it, a black, metal canopy sitting over top. His pillows were covered with black silk pillow cases, and I was pretty sure, his sheets were the same fabric. The two side walls were white. One had his black, wooden chest of drawers pushed up against it. The other had loads of white shelves with books and pictures sitting on top. His carpet was fluffy and black, and I wriggled my toes into it.
He took my hand, pulling me further into his room. Matty walked over to the side of the bed, pulling back the duvet. "There," he let my hand drop. "You can sleep here." He motioned to the matress. I sheepishly crawled in and he pulled the blanket over me.
He stood above me, a warm smile on his face. "Goodnight," he spoke, his voice soft and smooth, like black velvet. "Maybe tomorrow, you'll talk," he joked, his face doning a playful smirk. I blushed, realizing I hadn't talked the whole time I'd known this boy. I opened my mouth to speak but he hushed me. "No, just sleep now." Matty insisted. He turned to leave, his muscles in his back contracting as he strolled out of the room. HIs hand reached up and flicked the switch back down, all the lights in the room shutting off. "Goodnight, love." His voice filled the room, his shadow illuminated from the hallway light. He backed out of the room and shut the door, leaving me in complete darkness. I curled up under the blanket, letting my head sink into the pillow, the sleep overtaking my body.
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Hello, guys. I hope you liked this first chapter. It's a little slow, but it's just to introduce the situation and the main characters. Please, leave me a few comments as I'd love to know what you thought. (: x
