She stands there, at his door drenched. He walks up to her takes her top off her shivering body wraps a towel around her cold purple body. He rubs her arms trying to warm her up. He takes her jeans off her body with great difficultly as they are stuck, suctioned onto her body. He stands walks over to his couch on the other side of his room and grabs a t-shirt. Her favourite one of his, blue with a subtle title which has become faded to the point of being unreadable. He removes the towel from her dried body and slides his top onto her. She is still shivering. He puts his arms around her. Frozen standing there, yet to say a word they look into each other’s eyes. Its moments like these that make everything worth it runs through his mind. Silently he picks her up and places her into his bed. He turns on a heater and the electric blanket. He takes the sheets and duvet and tucks them right up under her chin. Walking away she quietly whispers “where are you going?” he replies softly “to get you a hot drink”. He leaves the room, walks down the hall, down the creaky stairs and into the kitchen. He turns on the clear glass jug with a small white plastic base and handle. It starts boiling as he prepares a mug, blue flower patterned with a contrast of white inside. He adds some hot chocolate powder into the mug spilling a bit onto the green flaked counter. He grabs a cloth and wipes it up.

The jug has been whistling for a couple of minutes when he hears a click, its finished. He pours the water into the cup, adds a little bit of milk, stirs and starts walking off upstairs again.

He reaches the top of the creaky staircase that sounds like the whole apartment is coming down when you climb them. He walks down the hall. Enters his room and sees his girlfriend sitting there still slightly purple in his bed. He says softly “are you ok? It is freezing out there and you were in the rain too.” He walks towards her and hands her the drink. “Im fine” she replies “I’m sorry, I know I should have told you I was coming”

The boy barely 16 gets into his warm bed next to the girl he devotes his time to. Places his arm around her. Pulls her in close. She whispers “I missed you too much not to come”. “Im glad you did Hannah” he replies empathy in his voice as he can tell how cold she still is “Are you staying?” “only if you want me to?” Hannah replies. “What sort of question is that?” he says back “of course I want you to stay.”

She finishes her drink with one last big slurp. Pulls the white and black duvet up to cover her up more again as they lie down at 4 in the afternoon and lay there in each other’s arms. His big arms make her feel enclosed and safe like nothing in the world could hurt her. His hands slither around her body to hold her tighter and ‘help’ make her warmer. As their eyes shut and they fade off to sleep.