Hey sweetie! Can I have 31 and 43 with our little sweetheart? I’m about to hit my head against the nearest wall and I need Ryan! Thanks❤️
Thank you for requesting, sweetie! And please, don’t hit your head against the wall! Ryan is here! (Sorry not sorry for the gif, though)
31. ”Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you”
43. ”You don’t have to change for me”
It was pouring outside. You heard how it played. It had been raining for days, and the end didn’t seem to be near.
And because you never got visitors, especially not during rainy days, you jumped a little when the doorbell rang.
Shivers ran down your spine as you made your way towards the door, thinking of the worst scenarios of who it could be; some lost traveller who needed shelter, someone whose car had stopped and they needed a phone, your stalker of whom you knew nothing about but who had decided this was the good day for killing you or… the safest option, a neighbor in need of sugar or salt for their bakings or foods.
But the person you least expected stood behind you door, soaked and dropping water on the floor under his feet.
”Ryan?” you asked like you thought you were dreaming. ”You’re supposed to be on the train, how are you here?”
”I know, I… I didn’t…” his voice cracked from how cold he was. But there was something else too. ”I couldn’t…”
Only mere hours ago you had drove him close enough the trains but far enough not to be suspicious. You had kissed each other goodbye and like every other time, the air had been hard from unsaid feelings and longing.
Had you missed something you thought you didn’t miss?
He sniffed and wiped under his nose with the wet sleeve of his jacket. The long strands of his hair had droplets coloring the collar of his jacket darker.
”Come inside, you’ll get sick. You’re not going anywhere tonight,” you stepped outside in socks, they got a bit wet from the water he dropped. Putting a hand on his back and guiding him inside, you looked into his eyes that were on either side of a frown.
You got him inside, out of his wet shoes and jacket and took them in the bathroom. When you came back, the tried to push his wet hair back by his hand, still standing there where you had left him.
”Is something wrong?” you asked, offering him the cup of tea you had made for yourself but hadn’t had a chance to touch before he appeared behind your door.
You were happy to see him, but his behavior made you worry.
He closed his hands around the cup and stared down at its contents, coughing a little. A stubborn strand of hair jumped on his forehead. ”Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you…” he swallowed afterwards.
When he finally met your eyes, you were frowning.
Unlike he thought, you caught what he meant. You knew him, inside and outside. Why a man like him would come in the pouring rain without even calling beforehand.
”You don’t have to change for me,” you said soothingly, cupping his damp cheek with your hand. ”Ryan, you don’t. You’re good as you.”
He smiled, voice stronger than a moment ago. ”Really?” the corners of his eyes were wrinkled in boyishly.
It made you smile. Just as soothingly as you spoke, you let your thumb caress his cheek, the stubble covering it. ”Really. But I still don’t want you to get sick, please drink the tea. Come, we can talk on the sofa. Is your guitar ok?”
Ryan nodded but then turned around to see the guitar case leaning against the wall. ”I think so,” he reached for it with the hand that let go of the tea cup. When he looked at you again, there was a small but calmed smile on his lips. ”Thank you. I wanted to tell you face to face that I…”
You took the guitar case from him without him asking for it, waiting patiently for him to speak.
He cleared his throat softly and instead of talking, he took the needed step to you, cupping your cheek with his own hand this time.
When he whispered the words against your lips, you knew you couldn’t hear right. But then you were sure you heard him right.
