The sound of leaves crunching under your feet, birds chirping—no people around. Lucky them. You tilted your head up, eyes closed, smiling in peace as you breathed in the crisp air. Then—

A cold droplet hit your cheek. You flinched, opening your eyes just as another landed, then another. Within moments, the drizzle turned into a steady downpour. No wonder the streets were empty. It was forecasted to rain, and of course, you didn’t have an umbrella.

Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and trudged forward, squinting through the rain.. The rhythmic patter of rain filled the empty streets, masking the faint sound of wheels rolling behind you.

Zayn rode home on his skateboard, weaving effortlessly through the wet pavement. It was the fastest way to get around, and the rain didn’t bother him—he liked it. The way it drummed against the pavement, how the city lights shimmered in puddles, the scent of earth and water mixing in the air. There was something calming about it.

That’s when he spotted you. A familiar face, shoulders hunched, clearly miserable as you walked through the storm. A smirk tugged at his lips. An idea sparked.

Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist.

"Wha—?!" A startled yelp left your lips as your feet left the ground. Panic surged through you, but before you could struggle, you were pulled onto something moving.

"Relax," a voice murmured near your ear, laced with amusement. "You’ll thank me later."

The skateboard glided smoothly, the cool, rain-soaked wind rushing past. You weren’t sure whether to be impressed or completely mortified. You tried glancing over your shoulder, but the rain blurred your vision, making it impossible to see who had just quite literally swept you off your feet.

The board slowed in front of a small shop, and as he gently let you go, you turned quickly, breathless, hair dripping.

And there he was— Zayn, grinning smugly, clearly pleased with himself.