One Direction Imagines and Preferences Book 3

#353 rain - the high noter

Zayn: You swore under your breathe as the rain began to make its way down. You were on your way to work, and showing up soaking wet was not how you wanted to start the day. You were waiting for the bus, and it was running late, of course. "Fuck. Fuck fuckety fucking fucker." You heard chuckling behind you, and you whipped around, making eye contact with the brown eyed boy behind you. You blushed furiously. "Sorry." You muttered. "I didn't know anyone was there." He laughed again. "No problem." He grinned. "I take it you don't like the rain?" He watched you intently as you shook your head no. "Well then, would you care to share my umbrella with me? It's big enough for two." You looked up at him nervously. "I hope I'm not coming on too strong..." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "But you have really pretty eyes and I promise I'm not a perv, so the offer stands." You smiled at his nervous rambling and joined him under the umbrella. He grinned over at you. "Thanks." You smiled back. "You're welcome."