But I know how this fic plays out guys, don’t worry. Louis’ eye catches a glance at a copy of Billboard magazine, where he sees the face of the man who left him. He tells himself he needs closure, so he drives back to the house they talked about fixing up the night they made love. Louis pulls up and says, “Hello….I saw your picture in the paper? The one with you…and the house? And I just wanted to come by and see if you were okay…” But as he turns around to make a run for it, he accidentally drives into Zayn’s fence, stalling his car. Zayn then invites him in for dinner. Z cooks them a nice meal, as they drink a few beers and reminisce about old times. Until Zayn reminds Louis this is the room, where they…ya know, and Louis glances over to the piano he played that night to Zayn. Connecting the pieces in his mind, he takes a big swig of his beer.
The next day, Zayn asks Louis if he’d come back, so he could show him something. Turns out, that something was a boat ride along a duck-filled lake. Zayn asks Louis if he’d like to feed the ducks, so Louis does just that. As they sit in silence, Louis feeding the ducks with an adorable smile on his face, there’s a sudden clap of thunder and Zayn begrudgingly decides it’s time to head back befour they get caught in the storm.
Except, they do get caught it in, surprised at first, then throwing their head back, laughing at it. Until the harsh reality sits back into Louis’ mind. And once they get close enough to the dock, he hastily climbs out and tries to run away from Zayn. But suddenly stops to ask him the one question he needed answers to, “Why didn’t you write me—WHY?! It wasn’t over for me! I waited for you for nine months…and now it’s too late!” And then Zayn says, “I…I sent 365 text messages…I wrote you every day for almost a year!” To which a surprised Louis says, “You texted me??” And Z finally confesses, “Yes! It wasn’t over for me…It STILL isn’t over!” Where, finally, Zayn grabs Louis by the neck to bring him in for the most passionate kiss in the rain ever known to man. Then they make love as the spark ignore their fiery love again.
