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A raindrop splats against Zayn’s steel cigarette case. Stainless. He stills, unlit cigarette dangling. Memories flash, licking at his mind as the rain licks at his skin.
He and Louis. A forest path. A crack of thunder. A split second. Downpour. Startled laughs. Soaked shirts. Running. Seeking shelter. Tin sheet on knobby branches. Chasing. Reaching. Cover. Exhales. Laughter. Fingers raked through soaked hair. Glistening cheeks. Bright eyes. Deep. Blue.
Zayn tilts his head back, eyes closed. The memories slow. He inhales calmly, light rain tickling his face.
It was heavier that day. Pounded on the tin roof, angry at being kept out. So loud it drowned out every other sound. Louis’ laugh. Louis’ swearing. His own thoughts. His own heart thudding – he'd only felt that.
Only saw Louis.
He didn’t notice the steps he took towards him. Hadn't been aware of the thoughts commanding the steps.
He wasn’t there. Then he was. Simple as that.
So close. Wet face, beaming. Licked lips, parted. No time. No thought. No words.
One kiss.
Sudden. Soft. Certain.
Done.
“Zayn!”
A kiss.
“What you doing outside in this rain, love?”
Familiar lips.
“Let’s get inside, Z.”
Simple.
“Louis and Harry are on their way.”