It’s stormy and I’m in the mood for some fluff. So here you go!———————————-
Rainy days with Harry were your favorite. They meant both of you would be home and time would go by slowly, allowing for the both of you to relax. Whether they were spent in bed with a bunch of blankets and a cup of tea, or reading together in the living room, you enjoyed each other’s company.
But this one was different.
It was getting darker and darker outside, a storm very obviously brewing. Harry was still off at the studio, as he was spending more and more time there as his solo career took off, and wouldn’t be home for a few hours still. This wasn’t unusual – you’d become accustomed to evenings spent alone in your apartment. But, you weren’t fond of storms and you could feel your nerves growing.
Harry had been gone for a while, so you sent him a curious text – “When do you think you’ll be home today? Miss you.” It would be a while until you heard back.
The soft hits of raindrops began to pick up against your window and fell steadily. You decided to make some tea while you waited for Harry to text you back, hoping his answer to your question about his drive home would yield something along the lines of “Yes love, leaving the studio now. See you soon xx.”
Filling the kettle up and placing it on the stove, you could hear the wind picking up outside and a faint rumble of thunder. You tried to keep yourself from getting anxious, but as the rain grew louder and the thunder closer, that became less and less realistic.
A few minutes passed and you heard the whistle of the kettle. Hoping tea would help you calm down, you poured a rather large cup and brought it out to the living room with you. Out of habit, you also went to your bedroom to grab a blanket (or two), a phone charger, a book, one of Harry’s jumpers, and a flashlight. You prepped your couch with pillows and blankets, made sure the flashlight had batteries, turned the tv on in the background, and held your tea close.
Checking your phone again, you were disheartened to see that there had been no response from Harry. It was a busy season in his life, but you wanted him home more than anything.
A large crack of thunder and a downpour of rain made you jump at first, and then sink into your couch. Your heart was beating quickly and you could hardly move. Some would call it rather unreasonable for someone your age to be so scared of a storm, but you simply didn’t like them and didn’t have much more of a reason than that.
Trying to take your mind off of the storm outside, you pulled the jumper over your head, curled up in one of the blankets and began to read. You had barely made it through a single page when there was another sudden flash of light, clap of thunder, and this time, a sudden darkness.
Your apartment wasn’t scary, but when the lights were off at this time of night, it felt … eerie. Turning the flashlight on, you made a makeshift lamp on the table by propping it up against a few books. It lit up the room but not nearly enough to make you feel at ease. You felt the tears you’d so desperately wanted to avoid start to well up in your eyes and knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy night.
The thunder and lighting didn’t let up, and you were scared. It was embarrassing, almost, to be this nervous, but Harry knew of your fear of storms. He tried so hard to help you understand that everyone had fears and that was okay, but you had a hard time expressing that. Swallowing your pride, you called him:
The phone rang once, twice, three times before he answered.
“Hullo? Love? Is everything okay?”
You felt small, and answered quietly, “Hi, yes, well … no. The power’s gone out and this apartment is so eerie without lights on.”
You heard him swear under his breath.
“How long have they been out, pet?” He asked, “do you need me to come home? I was thinking of leaving soon anyway.”
“It’s been a little bit,” you said slowly, “… i’d really like it if you were here. It’s not looking like it’ll let up anytime soon.”
“Okay,” he started, thinking, “Shouldn’t be a problem for me to leave now. I’ll be home soon okay? I love you.”
“I love you too. Thank you,” you said, silently willing the storm to calm down enough for him to get home safely.
About a half hour passed before you heard the turn of his key in the door. You were still frozen on the couch, surrounded by blankets and dimly illuminated by a flashlight.
He walked in and laughed, not in a way to poke fun, but an endearing way. It took him no time at all to take off his coat and come settle in next to you, taking you in his arms and holding you close. Your heart was still beating rapidly and he could tell you were on edge.
“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m here now. No need to worry, love.” Harry held you in his arms for a while, time passing without notice as the storm roared on.
He was rocking you back and forth, humming as he did so. You were content, laying there in his arms, feeling safe. It allowed you to finally relax out of the tension you’d been holding onto since the storm started and eventually your eyes began to slip closed. The storm seemed less and less intimidating with him there, and you silently thanked the universe for giving you someone so understanding.
He was there, and that was all that you needed.