Sweet Creature

The Bus Stop

I wasn't in a good mood tonight. I was just out to the supermarket to get a box of milk for my tea but those crazy fans are making me crazy! I love them but sometimes I just need to be alone for a second.

Crap!

I even forgot to bring an umbrella. And here I am now. At a bus stop with a stranger. I couldn't tell if the stranger is a girl or a boy. But I guess he/she doesn't notice me.

I tried to make a conversation "Waiting for a bus, huh?" It's a girl. I saw her face when she stepped under the street light.

"No. Just waiting for the rain." But she doesn't look mad. In fact, she played with the raindrops that fall.

"Oh, Okay."

"It's cold out here. Besides, the rain is getting heavier. Do you want to have a cuppa Harry?"

How did, she? How the hell did she know me?

"It's not safe for you here, Harry Styles."

Oh yeah, I forgot that I am the Harry Styles.

I thought, that I'll be fine to just walk a few blocks from my house to get some milk, I can't just trust her right? I mean she's a stranger. A total stranger, what if she wants to kidnap me and ask for money?

"Hey, are you coming or not? I won't kill you or something." She laughs, well that's cute. Her laugh sounds cute. "Here, my ID if you don't trust me. You'll be dead freezing if you still here."

I don't know what comes into me, about her voice or maybe the dim street lights that illuminate her face that makes me curious. There's something magnetically drag me to follow her steps towards one of the apartments building.

We enter the lifts and she uncovers her head. She looks magically beautiful and cold with a little bit of shaking. She tries to open her jacket but her hand is still shaking so badly from the coldness of the bus stop.

"Here let me help you." I offer.
She thanked me as soon as the lift stopped on the 11th floor.

She opens one of the doors and suddenly the warm feeling rushes through my veins and calms me from the coldness of the bus stop earlier.

"Please make yourself at home."
"Thank you" I take a look at her surroundings and it feels so cozy and warm, despite that it's quite hard for me to feel welcomed in a new place before. I want to sit on the sofa but my clothes are wet from running through the rain before.

"Here's a towel and a pair of clothes. The bathroom is over there. You can clean yourself there."

"Thanks, but uhm. How did you have this sweater and pajama pants that fit me."

"It belonged to my father." She said, "I'll make you a cup of tea."