His feet paced outside the train station, knowing that there was every possible chance that he could be stood up. He was Derek Shepherd, since when did he have doubts. He had known this girl for less than a day and he had him doubting himself. He let out a bitter laugh to himself.
"What's so funny? Find a reflection of yourself?" She smirked, creeping up behind him. His head whipped round and he couldn't find the smile that filled his face with delight. It was rare to see a smile of Derek's reach his eyes so it made that much more special when it did. During the party, he was sure his face would drop off due to the constant goofy grin on his face as he had wined, dined and danced the night away with her.
"Har har," he used the very english expression of sarcastic laughing whilst leaning softly towards her. She had obviously at some point taken a shower, her hair smelt like some sort of flower. She reciprocated the lean, put her hand on his chest, and kissed him. It was quick and soft, almost like a habit that they would be repeating many a time before their time was up.
As much as she was convinced to show the world her tough exterior, it was clear to him that all she wanted deep down was to be loved, the innocence of a young 18 year old shining through. It was at that point that the british weather decided to let rip. The skies opened up and the rain poured, Derek quickly reaching for his umbrella, covering her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder to direct her to the café.
"This place better not be far," she warned. Suddenly, both Derek and Meredith jumped back from the side of the pavement as a huge red London bus drove passed, spraying the morning's rain at their legs. She screamed, pulling away from him in an outrage as if it were his fault for the weather and the bus. The look of passion in her eyes at that point, as she stood in the rain, whether it be love or hate, the passion was there and he could see it. She put her hands on her hips, not letting her evil stare whither from his smile.
"What did you do that for?" She was beyond rational thought and speech and she knew it but she was an angry teenage girl and along with being wet, this did not bode well.
"What?" He said, slightly amused by the slight tantrum she was holding outside WHSmith as passers by started to stare.
"You nearly pushed me in front of that bus. Look… I'm more wet than you, feel," She moved towards him, grabbing his hands and running them down her legs.
"Oh I can see you're wet…" he suggested. "And in more ways than one by the time I'm done with you."
"I didn't hear that… speak up," her tantrum was subsiding but she was still yelling over the noise from London traffic.
"I said 'Aren't there more ways to pass the time and have fun with you?'" He lied.
"That doesn't even make sense," she scowled.
"Look, you can either stand in the rain getting more wet and cold but looking hotter by the second because your white shirt is becoming see through or you can get under the umbrella and stop making a scene so we can eat!" He said it all in one breath, hoping she'd understand him.
She didn't move, keeping her scowl on him. He lowered the umbrella, joining her in the rain, his sappy hair becoming drenched in a matter of seconds.
"I don't know how…" she started and he looked at her, softening his powerful gaze of a fight for as she struggled to find words.
"How what?" He asked, his voice echoing his eyes, soft and gentle.
"I'm not good at this," she blurted out, the rain now dripping down her face, making her look more and more angelic with purity in contrast to the woman he had had hot sex with last night. She thought she was damaged goods but all he could see was perfection.
"Good at what?" He said, battling his mouth through the rain.
"Look, usually I'm just a one night stand kind of girl," she was having to squint to avoid getting rain in her eyes but both of them had calmed down and it seemed as though the weather was starting to follow, the terrential downfalls becoming slight softer.
"What?" He exclaimed. "Then why did you leave your number?"
"I don't know!" She shouted, frustrated. "I've never had a relationship, ever. I sleep with guys, leave in the morning and they never see me again but you… I woke up in your arms and for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged. It just felt so right. Everything about this is fighting my natural instinct so you have to tell me what to do…"
He could tell she had a story behind her, a choatic past that she didn't want anyone to know about, it was all in her eyes. Those sparkling green eyes that captured his heart and which he could see straight to her soul, emotions and drive.
"Just… relax," he smiled, the rain still running down his face having soaked his hair through. "You don't have to be good at this. You're a natural, you just need to relax and go with the flow."
She frowned.
"I don't go with the flow. God!! I'm so confused. I want to see where this could go but think about it… we're both together for 5 days and that's not a long time. We then go travelling and never see each other again."
"It doesn't have to be that way Meredith," he yelled.
"Don't yell at me!" she threw back, knowing that although she was feeling a strong urge to collapse in tears in his arms, only anger and frustration would ever let itself show. He turned his head away for a split second, the sight of his perfect woman on the brink of tears too much for him to face. From one extreme to the other, she was up and down like a yoyo and this was only the first twenty-four hours. He walked up to her, taking her soaking body in his arms and crushed her fragile wet lips with his own.
Make the pain go away,
I'm damaged goods,
You still kiss me, so,
Hold me in your arms,
Brush your lips against mine,
And kiss me as the rain falls around us
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