Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

It Was Always You

ADAM POV:

"What- what are you doing here?" I breathed out, still in shock at seeing her at my doorstep.

She looked sad and broken, her eyes were red and rimmed with tears that I could have easily mistaken for water. Her brown hair disheveled and wet with the rain. Her clothes were drenched as well. Her wide eyes weren't as bright as normal, but their hazel coloring was strong as ever.

'Hazel eyes.. I was so color blind to them. Our moments together, just wasting time..' I thought to myself.

"I shouldn't have come here. I- I don't even know how I ended up here. Something just told me to come back.. I'm sorry." She mumbled and turned away.

It took me a couple seconds to realize she was walking away from me and I ran after her. I grabbed her arm and turned her once I caught ahold of her shoulder. I looked down at her, neither of us spoke. Our breathes were both slightly heavy, the rain pouring down on us both.

I stared down at her, focusing on her lips and the way her cold arm felt under my warm hand. Nothing was said between us for a few moments. It felt like a lifetime as I just took in ever aspect of her, drinking her appearance in like she was an oasis in a dessert I had been stranded in. It was so good to see her right in front of me. It was that moment, right there, that I knew I was never over her.

I hadn't noticed our faces were only inches apart until she cleared her throat, pulling back ever so slightly. I matched her action. and slowly dropped her arm and sighed.

"C'mon. It's freezing out here." I mumbled, motioning to my house.

She nodded numbly and I followed her small figure up the driveway to the door. I shut it behind us once we were inside, locking it behind me. I asked her to wait and I ran upstairs, grabbing something from the room I was just in and a couple towels along with some clothing. I jogged back down the stairs as I rubbed my hair with the towel, trying to cease the dripping it was causing on my skin.

I handed her the dry towel, a pair of my boxers, and her old tank top I found only minutes before. She took them and raised an eyebrow at them then me.

"I don't have any other bottoms that would fit you, and I swear I just found that shirt today." I put my hands up.

She gave me a small smile and I took that as a good sign.

"It's fine. I uh, don't think I can wear the tank top though." She mumbled, looking down.

"What? It's not like you gained any weight or anything. It's not dirty either." I told her, confused.

She chuckled, but it wasn't as joyful as it used to be. What happened with her?

"It's not that.. I uh- I don't want my headlights showing if you know what I mean."

I was staring at her like an idiot. "Your headlights? I saw your car, it was off and- OH!"

My eyes went wide with realization as I realized that her bra was soaking too, of course she couldn't wear it under her shirt! And it was kind of a tight tank top.. duh Adam.

"Here," I handed her my black sweatshirt. "You remember where everything. You know you can help yourself." I mumbled.

"I do." She confirmed before giving me a slight smile. "Thank you."

She walked away and toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I sighed.

"Anything for you." I whispered before turning away and walking into the next nearest bathroom.

I shut the door behind me and gripped the bathroom counter as I looked at myself in the mirror. I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts in order. I towel dried my hair some more until it was damp and ran my hand through it, spiking it up a bit. I stripped out of my wet clothes and threw them on the shower curtain rod to dry after drying myself off all the way. I slipped on a pair of black sweats that cuffed at the ankles and hung low on my hip bones and I threw my faded gray ACDC shirt on over it.