Imagines

Buddy Holly #3

A/N: until I get some other requests the majority of these will be Buddy Holly related xD

"Are you sure you'll be home soon?" You ask worriedly, positioning the phone between your shoulder and your ear as your fingers toy with the long chord.

"Yes darlin, I promise I'll be home before you know it," Buddy says on the other end of the line. His voice sounds muffled and far away, but you can still understand what he's saying.

You nod as you sniffle, wiping a tear away with your free hand. You want to say something, but you're too busy trying to dry your face of the tears.

"Don't cry baby, I promise I'll be home soon. I just might be a little late with switchin' flights 'n' all," Buddy explains, his soft voice soothing you.

"Y-You promise?" You whisper, "Promise me Buddy, p-please."

"I promise darlin'" you can just tell by the tone of his voice that he has a huge, dorky grin on his face. "I wouldn't lie to you, would I?"

"No," you respond, managing a small giggle, "I guess you wouldn't."

"Good!" Buddy cheers, "I love you, Shelby."

"I love you too," you finally smile.

The two of you hang up and, though you told Buddy that you wouldn't worry, worrisome thoughts immediately begin to flood your mind. The entire reason Buddy is switching flights in the first place is because of the storm, currently howling outside your very own window. What if the pilot couldn't see through the rain? What if he wasn't able to switch flights? What if-

These horrible thoughts wrack your brain, causing you to scream. Thankfully, you're alone in the house. But you seriously need something to do to get your mind off of your stranded husband.

You try everything. Reading, drawing, doing the laundry, doing the dishes, you even try to play Buddy's guitar even though you know you can't play instruments worth shit. Buddy's the talented one, not you.

But nothing can get your mind off of him.

Finally, you decide to just sit and watch T.V. You turn on the T.V., the black and white images flickering past your eyes as you sit on the ground and search through the channels. Finally though, you simply settle on the news and sit on the couch.

The sight you see in front of you makes you instantly want to throw up.

"...plane crash in a field in Iowa. Three dead. Those deceased have been identified as Ritchie Valens, The Big Bopper, and-"

You're so blinded by your own tears and the sound of your own sobs, caused by your wild assumptions, that you don't hear whatever the reporter says next.

You also don't hear the front door open, and the footsteps.

"Shelby, I'm-baby, what's wrong?"

You scream in pure shock and relief once you look up and see Buddy standing in front of you, completely unharmed. You sob in pure relief as you fling yourself at him, catching him by surprise.

"O-Oh my God I th-thought you left m-me," you blubber, barely able to make a coherent sentence.

"Hey, hey," Buddy lifts your chin up with his finger, making you look at him. He kisses you lightly on the lips. "I'd never leave you, remember? I promised."