A/N: Well, I had this stupid idea in France when I was soaking wet and a bit homesick. I then made it into this. Yeah, I know it sucks, but I was a bit bored.
Hugs
It was raining and we were walking.
I closed my eyes as I walked. My face was frowning I was even crying a little. My hair was plastered to my face, which I'd tried to cover with a hoodie and a raincoat.
I bet I looked a right mess. I was tired, hungry and wet. I was coming down with a cold. I wasn't even listening to our teacher, who was babbling on about battlefields or something like that. I didn't even know where we were.
My legs were aching and I was way behind the group. I tried to catch up, but failed.
I wanted a hug. I needed a hug.
The kind of hug that means more to you than the world. The kinds of hug that you are going to deny ever happened. The hugs I used to forget. The kind of hugs that I will forget.
That's all I ask for.
A hug.
He looked back at me. I could see a smile forming on his face. He could see I was tired, and wet. He could see I was in need.
He stopped walking forwards. Instead, he walked backwards, back to where I was.
"Hey," he said, "You okay?"
"Sure Jerome," I said sarcastically, "I'm fine."
He grinned.
"Looks like someone needs a hug."
Before I could protest, he was hugging me close to him.
That hug was the best hug I ever had.