I need to ask you a favour

It started with a knock. In fact, most things that involve me opening a door do. But on this particular day (March 19th) at sometime in the morning (9:47am) I found myself nearly falling down the stairs, still dressed in my pyjamas, dressing gown hugging my waist, eyes full of sleep and head full of absolutely nothing but annoyance for whoever was banging away at a ridiculous hour on a Sunday. I was ready to shout at some random caller trying to sell one thing or another- maybe it'd be make-up, or insurance, but whatever it could have been I wasn't in the mood for it. I leaned forwards on my tiptoes to glare through the looking hole, and was shocked at the sight of my neighbour standing there, trying desperately to shelter themselves from the storm under my almost non-existent canopy. The anger drizzled out of me like the rain as I pulled back the lock and opened the door. I'd lived next to Gerard for the entire time I'd lived in this neighbourhood, which was probably coming up to about three years. He attended the uni that I was going to go to, before I figured music was more my thing. I figured that he must come from a fairly well off family, how else would he be able to afford his own apartment throughout university? But, to be honest, I hadn't spoken more then ten words to the man in all the time we'd been neighbours. We're friendly, don't get me wrong, if we see eachother in passing I'll wave and say hello, but really it had never been more than that. Which leaves me mildly confused as to why it left him standing there, willingly enough in the pouring rain.
“Gerard?” My voice cracks mildly as I speak for disuse throughout the night. He smiles vaguely, giving me a sheepish wave in greeting. I gesture for him to come inside- it seemed to be the least I could do as thunder began to rumble in the distance and he almost leaped into my hallway.
“Is everything alright?” I asked, clearly my throat as he shook the water off his head like a puppy. An adorable puppy at that. He blushed before staring up at me through his eyelashes, looking like a child who had been caught drawing on the walls.
“Look, just... don't be mad okay?”

Notes

Sorry it's short- there will be more soon I promise :)