Summer
I splash around in my beloved puddles and spin of joy. There was a rainstorm today.
After a screaming and shrieking match with the storm, I sit straight into a puddle, smiling to myself as the murky water runs through my fingers.
"What are you doing out there!?" A voice calls, worry is evident in it. I quickly look up around at my surroundings and squint my eyes, only to find a young man setting up an umbrella in the front of a brick apartment building.
The man runs over to me with the umbrella over his head, covering his body from the beautiful rain.
From here, I can see the man properly now. He is a medium build with dark features, brown eyes, black hair and many tattoos that I can see through his soaking white singlet. Very good-looking.
When he starts trying to cover me from the rain, it breaks me out of my trance. "Oh, no need, I like the rain." I say quickly, denying the offer of the umbrella's closure. I didn't want that.
"You're crazy." He states, clearly not regretting the statement, because in fact, I am crazy to most people. No-one normal would stand outside in the cold, getting soaking wet until my clothes go see-through. I am clearly not sane. I smirk and nod, agreeing with the statement.
"You do know that you are sitting in a puddle?" He questions.
"I am aware of that." I say sarcastically, smiling at him from my seat on the ground.
"Strange child you are." He remarks, laughing at his own words while I nod a serious "yes".
"Well I am not going leave you to sit outside here, in the rain, all alone." He says, and invites himself to take a seat in my beloved puddle. Is this guy insane? Hah, look who's talking here, miss loves-the-rain-a-lots.
"What's your name?" He asks while propping the umbrella above his head even though he is already soaking wet and sitting in a puddle.
"Summer"
He stares at me weirdly then says, "Well that's very strange, your name is Summer, yet you love the rain this much." he gestures to our surroundings and the puddle we are sitting in. "Oh and my name is Zayn." He adds.
"I get that a lot..." I say, "..and nice to meet you Zayn." I continue, extending my freezing hand out to him to shake.
It was weird, I liked being cold, I loved the rain, I loved all things to do with what people think is "bad" weather.
"You're a very interesting person Summer, I'd like to meet up with you sometime?" He half says, half asks. Obviously he is quite confident with himself, unlike me. I am just Summer, I like rain, that's all to it.
"Sure, that would be nice, but only in the rain." I state, crossing my arms and seeing if he was up for the challenge. The challenge of being friends with me.
He raises his eyebrows inquisitively, but nods anyway. "You are weird.." He says once again, "I like it!"
That statement surprises me. Everyone just leaves me alone to do my thing in the rain, because I am "weird", as he says.
We stay in the rain a little longer just learning about each other. I learnt that he is twenty-one years old, goes to the University of the Arts here in Northern London, he is studying for a major in art, and is originally from Bradford, West Yorkshire.
Soon enough though, the rain stops and I am left in disappointment and sorrow for it's departure.
Zayn and I exchange cell-phone numbers and promise to text or call each other.
"See you next rain shower!" He shouts, waving over his shoulders as he walks away back to his apartment.
"A thunder storm would be better!" I shout back.
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Hello :) so this is the prologue! Sorry that it is really, really, really short though :P Summer is very, very, very weird right? Well that's the point! haha oh and no she isn't literally crazy or admitted to a mental hospital, she is just very enthusiastic and dedicated to the rain, much like we are to One Direction lol
I will update soon! Until next time :D xox

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Rain // z.m AU
FanfictionShe likes the rain, so she only met him whilst it was raining. //Short Story//Zayn Malik//AU//