Fire Starter

Chapter Six

Rain. I was almost positive while my senses were slowly coming in tact that it was. The beads simultaneously and erratically beating against the roof top as if bugs that wanted a shelter, knocking vigorously to be let in.

When my eyes opened, all I could see was darkness except for the little light over my head that was the window. The curtains were closed, but the moon like penetrated through the thin material.

I stood up on the bed, peering out the window, but nothing outside held defined shaped as the beads of rain covered the window, forming distortion.

My hot breath made a fog mark on the window. It was freezing cold, though I felt the heater on.

I scattered around for a sign of the light switch, when I turned the light on, I found that I was in the spare room. On the chest at the foot of the bed, there were folded necessities.

When unfolded, I realized that they were clothes with a towel to shower. I took the items, remembering that the bathroom was right across.

The hall was completely dark, except for the moon light sneaking in through the living room window. Even the last room on the left had no light slipping from under the door. Zayn was asleep. It must have been at least 10pm-1am.

Since it was late, wouldn't it be a bad idea to shower considering the pipes making noise?

I decide amongst taking a bath. Not a shower. And a hot one.

I didn't fill the tub up that far because I didn't want to wake Zayn as it ran. But when I got in the tub, making the water rise, it seemed to be filled almost to the tip. The water was so comforting but the water only covered up until between my shoulder and elbow.

I found myself leaning back into the tub, letting my hair down.

The sound of the rain gave me the chills, I couldn't help but to curl up so that the hot water covered every inch of me, like a blanket. It even filled my nostrils with warmth.

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I found myself counting seconds, not for how long I could go without breathing, but how long it would be until the water got cold. But I wouldn't last until then. Maybe I could have, but instead I was interrupted by a few booms in a sequence, erratically.

It startled me. I jumped into a sitting position sloshing water around and over the side of the tub, gasping for air, as water had entered my lungs.

When I found my voice, it was the first time I had spoken since speaking earlier to Zayn.

"Hello?" I called out to the door, it was probably just him knocking at the bathroom door. But I receive no answer. Maybe he'd walked back to his room once I called out to him because he wanted to make sure it was only me.

I would have jumped out of the tub, rushing towards the door to catch him before he closed his door. But I couldn't find myself rushing out of the warm water and into the cold air.

In a natural matter, I scrubbed my skin, washing my hair with shower gel rather than shampoo, because I couldn't find any.

At last, I had rose, the water in the tub lowering. The water was grey and dirty, yet it held bubbles from the soap.

I squeezed my hair out, when I didn't find a blow dryer. Even if I did, it would be very noisy, so I wouldn't even use it.

The clothes Zayn gave me were much too big, but nevertheless, warm. Sweats, a shirt, and a hoodie. He'd also given me some of his underwear, which made me flush massively though it was only me. But I had no choice, since I could no longer bear wearing the same dirty underwear another day.