Kiss Me In The Rain : A Narry Storan Fan Fiction
I sighed, my head resting against the cold window, the pitter patter of the thunderstorm echoing loudly in my head. Not that I minded, it was at least helping me zone out and get my mind off of… Well him. I heard Liam come into the room, his hands holding two cups and he pulled a chair up to my perch in the window sill.
He handed me a cup and the sweet smell of chocolate invaded my nose, I watched the little marshmallows become smaller and smaller as the heat of the wonderful drink melted them and warmed my numb hands. The bittersweet scent of a cuppa hit my nose as well, not nearly as powerful as my own cup of chocolate deliciousness did and I predicted that Liam had gotten me the cocoa and gotten himself a cuppa.
His brown eyes stayed on the window as he brought the mug to his lips and took a quiet sip, I lifted the cup to my face but lightly blew on it, knowing I’d burn my tongue if I tried to drink it at the moment, I placed it down on the window sill under my angled legs. I was too tall to properly put my legs down straight in the window sill so my slipper covered feet were against the opposite wall than the one my beck was slouching against and then my legs were bent creating a little archway underneath them. I clasped my arms around my chest, my heart aching as I waited for the Wolverhampton boy to speak, which I knew he would. He was probably imagining his concrete argument in his head, so that there was no way I could object or protest. I don’t know if I honestly had it in me anyways to argue.
“He’s coming back soon Niall.” He finally began, his eye’s flickering to mine and I nodded sheepishly.
“I know he is, but it’s just… Been so long…” I trailed off picking at a loose string on my jeans.
“He’s been with his family most of this vacation, so has everyone else, we just got back early ‘s’all. But not to worry, since we only have a week before they all come back.” He stated brightly and I knew by his eyes he was thinking of Zayn. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about that. One week, seven days, 168 hours, however many minutes and seconds in counting. I’m bloody pathetic, sitting here sulking over a boy who has feelings for someone else that I haven’t seen in a good two months and counting down the time till I get to see him again.
“I know we got here early and I know it’s only a week more till I can see him but Liam… I don’t… I can’t… I know he doesn’t…” I couldn’t speak the words, if I said them out loud that was like laying a patch of concrete over them; permanent. I felt Liam’s arms wrap around me and it was then that I realized I was crying. “You and Zayn don’t have this problem, he likes you and you like him. Harry…” I took a big shaky breath of air. “Harry likes Louis; I know it, the way they act with each other… You don’t look at your best friend like that Liam.” I stated, my voice shaky with the sobs I wanted to let loose but knew I should keep in.
He picked me up easily and sat down on the window sill, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. He rested his shin on my shoulder and sighed.
“I wish it was as simple for me and Zayn as you think it is Niall. There’s so much going on that neither of us share it’s ridiculous. Now about you and Harry---” My phone rang in my pocket interrupting Liam with its blaring of. ‘My first love broke my heart for the first time and I was like NO JIMMY PROTESTED!’ Liam chuckled at the ringtone and I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared, that was Harry’s ringtone on my phone. I pulled it out, flipped it open, and put it against my ear.