Wroetofreezy One Shots

//21 - a rainy day

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Concept: Cal doesn't like the rain.

[1820 words approx.]

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Harry POV

"Harry. Harry!"

I'm shaken from sleep by someone poking my shoulder less than gently. Trying to ignore it, I curl tighter into Cal's body, burying my face in his bare chest. The poking doesn't relent however, so with a grumble, I lift my head up, and open my eyes. I'm surprised when it is in fact Cal who's poking me, and not someone else.

"Cal? What?" I mutter sleepily, trying to open my eyes fully.

"It's raining," he complains, a frown on his face.

I sigh. "You woke me up because it's raining?"

"Well, I mean, yeah-"

"Babe, really?" I groan, moving to press my face back into his chest. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Please don't," he says, a slightly desperate edge to his tone. I look back up at him carefully. "I'll be lonely," he whines.

"So you woke me up because it's raining, and you felt lonely?" I muse, not really feeling annoyed with him anymore.

"Yeah, maybe," he responds, blushing slightly and looking away, seeming a little embarrassed. I smile at him gently.

"I suppose I could stay awake now, if you wanted," I tease, and he huffs at me.

"Don't make it sound like a chore," he grumbles, the tips of his ears still pink.

"Okay Cal," I reply, and press a kiss to his chest. "What did you want to do anyway? Go out or something?"

"Oh, hell no," he says, shaking his head. "We're not going out in that."

I chuckle at him lightly. "What did the rain ever do to you?"

"Nothing. I just don't like it," he mutters.

"Aww. Calrainy doesn't like the rain, who would've thought it?" I tease, and he shoves me lightly.

"Rain is just depressing," he says, pouting at me. I wrap my arms around him tighter, and lean further into his warmth.

"It's not that bad, it's relaxing. And, it gives us an excuse to stay home and chill all day," I say, shifting up slightly to nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck.

"It's not relaxing," he insists, pulling me even closer into him. I can tell that he's far from relaxed, to be quite honest. He seems on edge, and just plain mopey. An idea suddenly comes to me, a way that we can spend the day, and hopefully take his mind off the rain a bit.

"Cal, come on, I've had an idea," I chirp, trying to work my way out of his grip. He simply holds me tighter, grumbling loudly.

"Don't go," he whines, as I manage to get out of bed, pulling on a pair of joggers and a loose fitting T-shirt.

"You're coming too, dumbass," I laugh, and reach over to grab his hand, tugging gently. "Come on, get up."

"Fine," he says, finally allowing me to haul him out of bed. I throw a pair of his joggers and one of my hoodies at him. He gives me a small, crooked grin, and hastily starts sliding on the clothes.

While he does that, I wander out of his room and into mine, looking through the cupboard for my collection of fleece blankets. I find them, right at the back, and pick them all up, before heading in the direction of the living room.