Don't You Trust Me? || Noah [[FINISHED]]

Noah didn’t know if he was relieved or saddened by the fact that Eileen was ready to go. On the one hand, they were able to leave together and be alone; on the other, once they got to Hogwarts they would separate and each go their own way. He looked out the window as well and cringed at the sight. March rain – it was usually cold. He looked at Eileen, “Well, my sweater you’re wearing has a hood. I’ll be fine.” 

He thought about the hot bath that would await him once they got to the school. It would feel so good after getting soaked to the bone. He knew that there were some spells out there that might help them out, but the ones he knew he wasn’t good at, and he wasn’t familiar with a lot of them anyway. Besides, the walk wasn’t that long, was it? Noah rustled his t-shirt slightly. “Yeah, we’ll be fine. Come on.”

Noah stood up and took her hand in his again. He took a deep breath as if he were about to jump into the lake or something. He led her to the door and opened it slowly. Rain pounded the ground as if trying to penetrate its still frozen surface. The rain radiated cold and Noah just wanted to hide out until it went away, but from the look of the sky, it wasn’t about to let up any time soon. What happened to the beautiful blue sky from earlier?

He let go of her hand and took the plunge into the rain ahead of her just to check it out. He was soaked almost instantly and he let out a laugh. He turned back to Eileen with his blond hair plastered against his head. His eyes were squinted so that he could look at her through the rain that was flowing off his forehead and into them. “Oh, this is absolutely lovely weather!” he said to her sarcastically, wondering if she would hear him over the sound of the pouring rain. “Will you join me?”

Noah reached out his hand to her, hoping that she wouldn’t go inside now that he was absolutely wet. Usually this would put him in a completely foul mood, but for some reason he felt like he was having fun. Who cared if he got wet? And if he got sick…? He would just go to the Hospital Wing, where Eileen would be anyway. 

Noah wasn’t used to being around smart or talented witches, and therefore it wasn’t in his head that perhaps she had a solution for their being-in-the-rain problem. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know that Eileen was smart – she was probably the smartest girl he had ever taken the time to get to know. It just hadn’t occurred to him right away. Besides, even though the rain was bitterly cold, a part of him was enjoying it mainly because it was making Eileen laugh. It actually seemed like fun… perhaps not after being in the rain for a while, but for now it was, and ‘for now’ was all that mattered. 

He was surprised that Eileen ran straight into him. He felt her arms wrap around his torso, and for a moment she provided a slight warmth before the rain enveloped her as well. He laughed at her comment, not because he took joy in her obvious pain, but rather because… well, because he was having a bit of a good time. 

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” he teased as he wrapped himself around her as well, and then lifted her off her feet and spun her in a circle quickly. Noah noticed the strange looks they were getting from people trying to rush back up to Hogwarts, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he was kind of used to getting strange looks. Mainly because, as a friend had eloquently put it before, ‘Noah, you look like you’re going to fucking rob someone.’ 

When he settled her back down again, he tried to get the wet hair off of her face that was now plastered there. Noah looked down at her and realized as thunder rumbled across the sky that now was as good a time as ever, so he leaned down and kissed her. The rain made their lips slippery and cold, but to him it was the best kiss in the world. 

Noah was more than thrilled by Eileen’s enthusiastic response. He could have stayed in that frigid cold rain for quite some time if it meant that he could snog Eileen even longer. He hadn’t even thought about his move, he had just gone for it, and it was playing out well. He had always been an impulsive person, however, so this wasn’t new to him. He was glad that she apparently felt the same way about him as he did about her. 

He opened his mouth to say more, but then sneezed. It was loud and she clearly didn’t know it was coming. He looked at her with a concerned expression on his face. “Let’s get back to the castle, kay?” he said to her. Noah took a running start and dragged Eileen behind her, figuring that running would get them there faster.

Despite Noah’s smoking, he was actually able to run without losing his breath too much. It was one of the reason why he believed that his smoking didn’t affect him as much as Pomfrey said it would. He knew some people lived until 100 smoking two packs a day and some people only lived until thirty. Noah, like most young smokers, thoroughly believed he’d be a part of the former pack of people. He could feel Eileen slipping behind him, but every time he tried to slow she merely insisted that they kept going.

The both of them were absolutely filthy. Noah’s clothes clung to him uncomfortably, chafing his legs as he ran. He felt warmth the moment they actually got into Hogwarts. He turned to look at Eileen and he laughed at the state she was in. “Maybe you are, but you’re probably the one girl I know who can still be attractive covered in mud and hair all over the place,” he told her. He could feel the mud already drying on his face, making his skin feel tight. Noah stepped toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. “So what do you say? D’you think you want to be known as Noah Cardin’s girlfriend? Or will I have to persuade you more?” 

It hadn’t been long since another girl had been known as Noah Cardin’s girlfriend. Actually, the status was actually quite common, so it didn’t actually hold the type of rareness that his words implied. Regardless, he was never good with the actual asking girls to go steady with him part. Noah had known Eileen for a few weeks know, and he felt like this would be a good match. Then again, Noah always thought that every time he entered in a new relationship. The butterflies, the obsessive thinking about them, feeling as if they were The One. He had to be right this time. All the other girls, they were too similar to each other. He had run back to the same sort of personality each time. Eileen was so incredibly different that this had to be It. At least, that’s what he told himself.