Literature

rainstorms and diminuendos

*mature

you touched me
without
using your hands,
you touched me
with your nimble
and gentle fingers,
plucking
at my strings,
my sound
reverberating
through the room

"Harry," Liam leans in close, his breath fanning across my neck. "Did you write that about someone?"

My face flushes as I quickly close my notebook shut. "Don't read my stuff."

He puts his hands up defensively. "Sorry Haz."

Zayn's eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment and he smiles, my heart tumbling over and over. I feel a heat spread to my cheeks and Liam's mouth goes slack.

"Oh my gosh," he whispers. "Mr. Malik." His fingers brush across my neck, misplacing some curls and revealing scattered love bites. "Holy sh-"

"Liam stop," I whine. "He can get in serious trouble."

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

...

"So you guys fucked?"

"Louis," I groan. "I'm serious guys, you can't tell anyone.

"We won't Harry, our lips are sealed," Niall promises.

"You mean your mouth is too full of food to speak," Lou smirks.

"Okay stop it you two. Harry is in love. This is serious." Liam turns to me, a sympathetic look on his face. "I promise we won't ruin this for you."

"Was it good? Did he recite sensual poetry and shit?"

"Louis," I snap.

"I think it's cute," Niall chuckles. "Liam says he'll catch you staring at him in class."

"At what, his nonexistent bum?"

Smack.

"Ow," Lou rubs at his shoulder, a deep frown on his face. "You're supposed to kiss me there Liam, not slap me."

"I'll make it better tonight." Niall pretends to gag himself with his spoon and I let out a small laugh.

"I trust you guys, it's just...I've never felt this way before."

The rain pelts outside and beats a rhythm on the roof. I watch the raindrops shimmy down the window and smile to myself.

some people
are born
to be rainstorms,
their voices
falling raindrops,
their hearts filled
with passion
that rumbles
as fiercely
as thunder,
with smiles
that strike
your heart
like lightning

the whole world
runs for cover,
hiding inside
walls and
under polka dot
umbrellas
but i embrace
your storm
as the gray skies
open up

i make your
thunder silent
as i bite
your tongue,
wet with rain

they were
so afraid
of you
but i loved
you then

they took
you for granted
wishing for sun,
so the leaves
turned brown
and dry,
crunching
beneath their feet
and the grass
burned up,
rivers
running dry