Waiting For Rain (One Direction)

Samantha Blake is your average 17 year old but she does not live in the average place. Her family live in a small town called Ashville where Sam, her siblings and a few other families are the only children. That's not the only thing though. It also hasn't rained for five years in Ashville despite the constantly grey skies and even far off lightning that they never hear the thunder of. For Sam life is boring until one dreary Saturday five teen boys move into the house next door. Sam's life immediately brightens, but only until she discovers that the boys have a dark secret that could either destroy Ashville or save it.


14. Showing Her Again

Louis' POV

Sam had a bounce in her step the whole way into the forest.  Her golden locks flounced around her perfect face as she smiled and I felt my heart melting.  Sure, I hadn't done the whole overprotective mate thing but I had a feeling she was the one.  I just wish she would see me like that.  After I missed the dance on the full moon I didn't know if she would really trust me anymore.  It's comforting enough just to be near her, especially when she's in happy-go-lucky moods like today.

"I think this is far enough, guys," I called from the back of the group when we were a good way into the forest.

"Really? Usually we go furthe-"

Yes, I know," I cut Liam off, "but today we're only going this far, for Sam's sake."  I appreciated Liam's assistance with the whole Alpha thing sometimes, but at other times he was much too overbearing and stubborn; today was an example. "Okay Sam," I tuned my attention to the grinning girl beside Zayn, "go stand near that tree." I pointed to a sturdy fine-needled pine near where Sam was already standing and she literally skipped to it while the boys joined me around the opposite arc of the clearing.  Sam was sitting cross-legged with her back leaning against the tree's rough curved trunk. "You ready?" I smirked and Sam nodded enthusiastically, smiling and adorable yet cheesy smile.

I glanced sideways and nodded to the boys, giving them permission to shift.  My eyes fluttered closed and I inhaled deeply and slowly, letting energy surge through my stiff body.  The forest had so many different scents: all the different trees smelt different and I sourced them out one by one; the animals each had their own distinct smell although some smelt feral; the dry crumbly earth, nearly devoid of moisture, even had it's own dusty smell.

I could feel the burning in my chest of my inner wolf instincts shredding the barrier between wolf and human; I recoiled in pain.  Hairs pricked at my skin as they grew out from the inside, stabbing like a thousand needles.  Bones shifted with sickening cracking noises under hairy flesh and I knew by now my body was literally shuddering in pain.  I doubled over as the most painful physical part of the shift let loose; my kneecaps snapped in half backwards making space for powerful hind legs forcing me into a more crouch-like position.  I let out a low guttural growl as the wolf side of me took over, clouding my mind and blocking out my human memories, also dulling the pain so the excruciating morph of the skull to wolf muzzle was not unbearable.  I felt like a prisoner inside my own body at this point in the shift, I always did.  My human memories tugged at their restraints aching to take over, but my wolf side forced them into inaccessible confinement and I, my conscience, looked on unable to do anything.  It was a wonder that the entire process could feel so strenuous but had only been a few seconds in reality.

Although I had to admit, as I shook off the receding ache from the now finished shift, I felt wild and free and in control with the smooth breeze messing my fur and my delicate senses identifying every noise, scent and movement.  One problem was that I had nearly no idea who the human girl standing before me was.  I tilted my head in confusion looking at the excited blonde.  I couldn't remember a thing about her, except that her name started with S I was sure, and her scent assisted.  It was familiar: a mixture of raspberry and vanilla with a hint of cherry blossoms and musty books.  Just divine, the perfect scent. Ssss..S...sa...Sam! That was it, her name was Sam; I let one memory slip through with an excited yip.  Niall looked at me confusedly; I don't think he ever understood the difficulty I had remembering names.

"I think we should show Sam something," I told the boys, who all held the same confused expression as Niall, and now Sam who was watching our conversation with immense interest.

"Is that Sam?" Harry looked towards Sam, obviously not remembering her quite yet.

"Yes, she wanted to see us like this, that was all...so can we change back now?" Liam urged, but I shook my head abruptly stating a 'no' in response.  Instead of replying, I padded over softly to where Sam was crouching  and I bent down low to put my muzzle in the palm of her hand.  She flinched back in surprise, but slowly brought her hand forward again to touch the place I had nuzzled her with.  I leant in forcefully as a kind gesture and she started to rub that area like she would to a trained dog.  The feeling made me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I let out a happy yip, calling the boys over.  I looked in their direction and moved closer to Sam, indicating that it was alright to come closer and they slowly but surely, after nervous glances between each other, neared where Sam and I were standing. 

Sam walked to each of them slowly in turn and gave them all a quick scratch before standing full height again and turning to me.

"So, is there anything else you are to show me?" I think she asked, but I couldn't really be sure.  I turned to Zayn for a full translation because, put simply, he was the best at understanding English in wolf form.

"She asked, 'Is there anything else you want to show me?" he immediately replied and I nodded a thank you.

"Do you guys want to show her anything?" I asked, looking around.

"We could go for a run or something; we haven't gone hunting for a while," Niall suggested and Harry nodded in agreement.

"Okay, we can go for a run, but I don't think Sam would really want to see us rip animals to shreds," I subtly scolded the silly idea, although we did need to eat soon.  I turned back to Sam who was watching us converse in awe.  I tilted my head to the right and moved slightly that way indicating for her to follow us that way.  We started out at a walk, slowly building to a jog and then a run.

The wind whistled in my ears and pushed my fur flat against my body.  I knew Sam was barely keeping up with Harry at the back, so we would have to slow down soon, but it just felt so good to do this again.  Gradually, I slowed to a walk again and Sam caught up to me at the front.  Seeing as she wasn't part f our pack I had no problem with her walking ahead of me.  If one of the boys tried that stunt it would be considered disrespectful and probably start an aggravated fight.

"Go back?" was all I got from Sam's next words, so I consulted Zayn once again.

"Can we go back soon?" was his simple reply and I turned to Sam and nodded.

" We're heading back!" I instructed and trotted to the front of the group at the other end, Sam hot on my heels.  Again, we started at a walk, then a jog, then a full sprint and gradually slowed down once we reached a dimly lit area near where we started.  I ushered Sam over to one part of the area then padded over to the space opposite.  I gave the nod to shift back and closed my eyes once again.

The pain on the shift back to human form was not nearly as painful as the other way.  It felt just right, my muscles and bones clicking into their rightful places the way they should be.  My paws elongated back to fingers and I felt myself coming naturally back upright.  The fur covering my body shrank back inside as though sucked by a vacuum cleaner.  Human memories flooded my mind again: birthdays, Christmases, new schools, the orphanage, the night we were bitten; it all came rushing back.

Before I knew it I was standing back upright as I had been only an hour ago, and Sam was standing staring at us in amazement at the experience she just had. "Wow" she breathed, still tired from the run.

"I hope you had fun, Sam," Harry winked, and strolled off laughing with Niall ahead of the group.  Zayn and Liam started their own conversation and started walking, leaving only Sam and I traipsing behind everyone else.

Sam's POV

Louis and I walked in silence for what felt like much longer than the walk here.  Niall and Harry had disappeared down the forest trail up ahead looking like a gay couple and Liam and Zayn were only just visible ahead through the thick foliage.

"Um, Sam, I was just wondering..." Louis trailed off from his sudden conversation starter, looking at his feet shuffling through the dirt, "but, how does all this not scare you?  Or at least phase you?"  His crystal cerulean eyes met my own sky blue ones in wonder and I panicked, not having an answer to his question.

"I don't know, Louis," I finally decided, "I've just always believed that no matter what a person is like on the outside, you should still love them for who they are on the inside." I smiled and took Louis' hands in mine, effectively bringing him to a halt and swinging him around to face me.  With a deep breath I closed my eyes and leaned in, brushing my lips gently over his, then pecking him playfully on the cheek.  I opened my eyes to find Louis blushing furiously with his mouth open catching flies. "And my beliefs don't change for anyone, especially you, Louis," I whispered, still only an inch away from his lips taunting me to come back for more.  I could have sworn the people in Australia could have heard my heartbeat hammering faster than the speed of light in my chest, but obviously Louis didn't notice because he suddenly engulfed me in a soft hug making my heart rate speed up furiously.

"Thank you, Sam," He whispered in my ear.

"Whatever for?"

"For never giving up your beliefs." His lip brushed my ear as he pulled away and fireworks tingled up and down my spine.

"Your welcome, Louis," I whispered and smiled, before pulling myself from his grip and skipping down the unclear track like nothing had happened. "Hurry up Grandma Louis!" I yelled over my shoulder to Louis who was still frozen where we had held hands.  He snapped from my trance and ran after me, using his wolfy powers to reach me in mere seconds.

"So I'm an old grandma now, am I?" he laughed, slipping an arm around my waist and continuing down the path.  Could this day get any better?

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