Tell Me How It Feels

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Chapter needs editing but, if you've been reading, you'll know that I prefer to post the story before properly editing because I'm too impatient. My life would be so much easier with patience.

Caysie. x

Chapter Twelve

As usual, it was raining. Surprisingly the water fell rather light for England, so the streets were just as busy as usual. It was like the rain wasn't even there. Finlay noticed it though. He traced the pattern the water droplets created on the window with his eyes, carefully observing and predicting the droplets that would merge together.

He had ran through his mind numerous times what he'd say to Rachel when she arrived. His fingers drummed gently and impatiently on the cheap table he was sat at. He could hear the dull thud of the plastic with each tap and began creating a rhythm automatically.

A small clear of the throat by a near by man caused him to abandon his beat and turn to silently apologize for making a noise in the silence. The man smiled and nodded in acceptance before continuing to drink his hot beverage. Finlay glanced at the grubby clock on the wall he faced, but couldn't see the face properly for the glare the light created on it's surface. He sighed and turned his neck around to his left to stare out the window. Why on Earth they were meeting here he didn't know. She couldn't have picked a more grubby cafe.

Speaking of she, Finlay's gaze out the window was obscured by a slim figure tapping on the glass and smiling. He had to doubl-take slightly before looking into her face and smiling, then taking a sip of his tea as she entered through the shabby wooden door.

"Hey Fin, how are you?" Rachel swooped down into a friendly hug. He smiled as he rose to meet her embrace. He suddenly felt good about himself, but wasn't sure whether it was Rachel's friendliness or her Canadian accent he had always loved. She pulled away and smoothed out her rain-splattered dress before dumping her bag on the floor and taking the seat opposite Finlay.

He moved out of his half-standing position from the hug and relaxed back into his chair, plastic wasn't the most comfortable of material. "I'm, er, great yeah. You?"

Rachel pushed her damp side-fringe back behind her ear and smiled, "yes, I'm good. Quite surprised you wanted to meet up actually. What's up?"

"Would you like a drink?" Finlay swiftly asked, unaware of how much it sounded like he wanted to change the topic.

Rachel pursed her lips, "no it's okay thanks."

"Okay," Finlay didn't really know what to say. He didn't feel awkward with Rachel, and he knew she wasn't the type to neither. It was just like they'd never been in a relationship really. "If you want one just say and I'll get you one."

"Thank you, that's really kind of you," her face softened and her she pulled in her chair closer.

Finlay ruffled his hair with his hand, "did I manage to get everything out of the fla- your flat?" He cursed himself mentally, he hoped he hadn't made things difficult.

"Yeah, it'd seem so. You didn't have to move out y'know Fin. I mean, it's not like we were always together in there. You were still on tour... at the end, yes I know, but you didn't have to move that day."

He was lost for words slightly. "I... Well, I guess it was best y'know. Ryan came and told me I could live with him if I wanted, and I have spent quite a bit at, well, home I guess since moving so we would have seen each other a lot."

Rachel gave an over-exagerated nod, smiling, and laughed.

"What?" Finlay couldn't see what was amusing.