I got ready to go to bed, washing my face and taking a fast shower, laying clothes in the bathroom for Luhan to wear, even though I had no idea how he'd go wearing my dad's old clothes but I figured he'd manage.
It felt really awkward, having a guy in the apartment. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but it was just one night so it should be fine.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around me and going to my bedroom.
I hear Luhan whisper a small 'fuck' and looked over, only to see him dodge his head down as a blush spread through his cheeks.
I ignored it, not sure what that was, and got dressed, getting into bed as I heard him finishing his own shower.
I closed my eyes, feeling slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't like I didn't trust Luhan it's just... I had just met him today after all.
The rain got louder and I still couldn't sleep, that's when the thunder started. I heard a huge rumble and I swear my room shook, along with the accompaniment of bright lights.
I sat up in my bed.
As stereotypical as it is, I actually am afraid of thunder. Really afraid.
I looked outside, hugging my pillow and hoping the storm would pass, only to see the raindrops getting bigger, falling into pools on the road.
The house shook again and I leapt up, knowing it was probably a stupid idea but still doing it.
I walked out of my room, practically throwing the door open, and saw Luhan look up from where he was sitting on the couch. He had a towel draped over his head, the lamp illuminating his face in the cutest way, and he gave me a small, reassuring smile.
"Are you alright?"
I looked down, clearing my throat.
"Yeah... Uh..."
I was about to go back into my room. I mean really, how could I just go asking him something like this? I stopped nonetheless.
I turned to face him, feeling my cheeks growing hot, and staring down at the book in his hands.
He looked picture perfect.
I don't even know how it's possible to look this good without even trying.
Somehow, I think he could tell what I was going to ask, because he had this adorable smile and this perfect sparkle in his eyes that made him look like he was overly amused with the whole situation.
As I was about to ask, the thunder started again. I guess it was just the sudden surprise that made me do something so careless, but I ran to him, jumping into his arms.
I heard him laugh slightly as the book fell to the floor and he tightened his grip on me as I shut my eyes tight.
I loosened my grip, lifting myself up as the lighting flashed in the window behind me.
"Luhan, will you sleep with me tonight?"
His eyes widened ever-so-slightly and he nodded.
Gratefully, I stood up straight. He switched the light off and I directed him toward my room. He hit his leg on the side of the couch and let out a small yelp but I kept dragging him until I had stepped inside, closing the door and letting go of his hand, sliding into bed.
I'm crazy. I know it. How the hell am I inviting a near stranger into my room - into my bed no less? He just seemed so innocent y'know? He towered over the bed. The lightning flashed and I saw his face illuminated for a split second, a compassionate smile plastered across his face. He cleared his throat.
"Um, do you want me to get in with you?"
"Yeah... If that's alright."
He didn't pause for a second, quickly pulling down the sheets and climbing in.
He seemed all-too-happy with this.
"Hey, don't try anything okay?"
He snorted.
"Of course not. What kind of guy do you take me for?"
Thunder clattered and I shrunk against him, my face meeting his chest. It was strangely pleasant to feel his breathing, his chest rising slowly as he began to relax and I felt, well, safer.
His arms wrapped around me and I tensed. It's not like I can just tell him to get out now can I? And it was still raining insanely hard outside.
His fingers played with my hair, stroking and twirling and causing the most comforting atmosphere.
I couldn't help it but close my eyes as we were enshrouded in darkness and it really felt great to not be alone.
His whisper broke through the darkness and I could hear his smile.
"But, how do you get through stuff like this on your own? If you're so scared all the time? I mean, you were acting really strong with that guy in the café..."
*
I waited for a reply, but she was already asleep. It felt good actually comforting someone, but it was kind of strange. I don't know why she seemed to trust me so much. No one ever trusts me. I'm always known as the douche with the soft appearance. To be honest, maybe I like being gentle like this. Normally I'm the one who starts the fight but this... It's not all that bad. And so help me, when she got out of the shower I swear she heard me cuss. How could I not? She just looked... Beautiful. And I'm not at all saying that just because she was wearing nothing but a towel, but because she really looked insanely perfect, the water was glistening on her shoulders and her collarbone is a work of art and - dammit I'm a pervert.
When she had come out of her room, I had been looking through her books. It was strange because I read one line. "Take the chances you get." And there she was, a chance.
She's not exactly the epitome of perfection but something about her feels different.
I'm still insanely confused. How the hell could someone so tiny be so nonchalant about some guy touching her then turn into a scared little kid when there's thunder outside? Does that even make sense?
Either way, I feel like tonight I found something different, like she was something I wanted to protect, and it was strange, and uncomfortable, and just not the type of person I am. But I want to stay here, because I like her, I like the smell of her hair, and her strangely empty living room, and her books that seem to know more than I do. I like it. I don't want her to end up as one of those girls with a lot of cats, but whenever I feel this way about anything, there's that one, really annoying voice in the back of my head telling me what I'm already aware of.
You're going to fuck this up.
