Meet Again x NH

fourteen.

Scarlet

Rain.  Rain pelting onto the windows was all I heard when I came along back to  consciousness from my deep slumber. I frowned at the atrociously morbid  weather. I enjoyed the rain, without a doubt. But when you're  continuously living in a country that has rain as it's stapled weather,  it gets annoying when your plans are ruined on holiday due to rain. I  sat up, leaning against the headboard as I looked out the windows. I  don't have any intention of getting out of bed now.

The  rain always kept me in a state of mind that wasn't a very positive one.  Especially in times like this. If I was ever having a great time in  life, and the rain came about to ruin it, I always ended up thinking  myself into a dark, deep, bottomless hole. Sad, I know. But it was who I  was and I could never change, really. What I did appreciate though was  that it never lasted long. I'd soon snap out of it and move on and find  something to make me happy again. Or I'd realise my worries weren't all  that catastrophic compared to the problems faced by other people in  every corner of the earth. My worries seemed minuscule compared the  problems faced by the people of Syria, for example. Their country was  practically at war with itself and was in pieces; literally. So I had no  right to complain because I had to work on a Saturday or because the one person I wanted to be with, I couldn't. Or because I was just plain lonely. 

After  half an hour of contemplating my life choices, I got out of bed and  headed for a hot shower. It would not only wake me up but also warm me  up from the weather. By  the time I had finished my shower, I probably smelt like a tropical  island. You know, with my coconut and banana shampoo paired with my  strawberry body wash, I pretty much represented a tropical island.

With  my towel wrapped around my body, I scavenged through my bag for  something that I could wear that would assist in the rainy weather. I'm  sure I packed something warm. I  finally found a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and my knitted beige  sweater. It was the only piece of warm clothing that I had brought with  me. Obviously, besides the hoodie that I had worn throughout the  flight.

I  combed through my damp hair, after changing and left it down my back to  dry. I clipped the shorter parts in the front back so it wouldn't fall  into my eyes every time I looked down. For  the first time since we got here, I applied some sort of make up. It  wasn't much. Some concealer to hide the horrible bags under my eyes, a  coat of mascara and lip gloss. It wasn't much but I'm on holiday, sue  me.

Once  I had looked somewhat decent and presentable, I took my phone and  headed downstairs to my home; the kitchen. I rummaged through the  cabinets and fridge on the hunt for something to eat. All I could settle  for was a cup of coffee, which I didn't all that mind, to be honest. I  looked out the balcony doors and noticed that the rain had finally  settled to a light drizzle, a huge contrast to what I had woken up to.

I  simple sat, watching the world outside. It was simply nature. No people  out and about. Just the world in its natural state, taking its course.  It was oddly relaxing.
It  was there that I made the decision to go out in this weather. Perhaps  some shopping of sorts. I didn't want to stay inside and hide away from  the beauty of the world.

I  placed my mug in the sink and bolted up the stairs. I almost tripped  over my own feet but we just won't mention it to anyone. I walked into  my room and retrieved my strap bag, which contained my purse and  obviously money. I got my room key and placed it in there too. I slipped  into a pair of white sneakers and was good to go.

I headed back downstairs and headed straight out the door, locking it behind me.

Oh yeah. Niall and Wesley.