dirty | collection of one shots.

storms & love galore

in which they confess their love during a thunderstorm.

SHE hated storms with all of her heart. The hated the way the clouds would roar loudly from up above and the way that random lightening bolts would strike the earth. As a child she always hated thunderstorms and that has stuck with her ever since. What sucked is that she lived by herself and she couldn't cuddle with her nana like she used to do. Then, to make things worse her power went out which left her in the dark and scared out of her wits.

"Frick!" Francis—somewhat—cursed once she felt the agonizing pain from hitting her pinkie toe against the wall. She stopped what she was doing and rubbed her pinkie toe, being glad that it wasn't broken again or else that would be just horrible.

She had left her phone in her room when the power decided to turn off. Francis couldn't see a damn thing and the fact that she watched a scary movie earlier wasn't helping her situation right at the moment either. She wished that no demon, no ghost, or so serial killer would pop up out of nowhere.

Touching the walls she could sorta see where she was going. When she made it to her bedroom she looked on her bed and successfully found her phone. She turned it on to see that she had three missed calls from her bestfriend Zayn.

"Dang it," she pushed up her glasses on her nose and dialed his number to call him, biting on her thumbnail as she waited patiently to pick up. And once he did she felt very relieved.

"I've been calling you Franny," his accented voice says other the phone with the sound of his music playing softly in the background.

"I'm sorry. The power went out and I left my phone in my room," she apologizes.

"Aw, damn, are you okay?" Zayn knew she hated thunderstorms with a passion, and he wondered how she was holding up because he also knew that she didn't like being by herself during this kind of weather.

"No," she whined, pouting her lips.

"Don't worry, I'm pulling up to your driveway right now," Zayn tells her soothingly. "Hang on love, okay?"

"Okay," Francis softly whispered before she ended the call with a relieved sigh. She was glad that she had him.

Franics and Zayn has been bestfriends since freshman year of highschool. They go way back and they also we're really close too. If any one of them needed anything then that would be taken care of in a heartbeat. They had a strong bond and they loved each other more than anything in the whole entire world—no universe. All they had was each other and they would make sure that they had each other's back for any obstacle to come their way in the future. They had some ups and downs but they are still stronger than ever before.

Francis looked outside her living room window to see a car pulling up in her driveway. She smiled when she saw his figure getting out of the car and jogging towards her door. Walking over to her door she unlocked it and opened it so she could allow Zayn inside.

"It's bloody cold outside," Zayn huffed closing the door behind him and locking it. He took off his leather jacket to hang it up on the rack, then ran his fingers through his black rooted and green tipped wet hair. The man who had the most gorgeous eyes and a intimidating persona was choked up the moment he felt arms being wrapped around him.

"I'm so happy you're here," Francis wrapped her arms around his body and snuggled her face into his chest. She squeezed him tight and sighed out happily.

"Anything," Zayn wrapped his arms around the petite girl and hugged her back. "It's really dark in here."

"I told you the power went out genius," she mumbled in his chest, still hugging him.