Solangelo Oneshots

Six Months In Hell

Dear Will,

He's wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me close, kissing my jaw. There's a smile on his face so carefree and bright. He laughs and kisses me so tenderly as if I'm the most precious thing in the world. I believe it for a second. I want this moment to last forever.

There are approximately eight billion, forty five million, three hundred and eleven thousand and four hundred and forty seven people on the planet (give or take a couple hundred or so) and yet, out of all those people, it's you that ended up by my side. How amazing is that?

He's making me breakfast in the morning and I can see in his eyes that he's soaking up every last second that we spend together. We have a picnic date planned for this afternoon and this morning we're having pillow fights and watching movies in the evening. We're going to cram as much happiness as we can into the next month.

I can't say I haven't been thinking of you but I've been so preoccupied. Still, when I fall into bed in whatever hotel they've put me in, I end up hugging the pillow and pretending it's you. Stupid, I know. I've been eating enough and you'd be proud. I also haven't killed anyone yet, which you'll be ven prouder of. Can't say I haven't wanted to though.

He's laying with me at night for the last time before he leaves. He's tracing the freckles on my back and kissing the back of my neck and humming that lullaby his sister used to sing to him. I roll over and pull him to my chest. A photo shoot overseas is huge for him but I selfishly don't want him to go. He belongs in my arms and I in his. The next six months will be hell.

The views here are amazing. You'd definitely like them, although thinking about it you'd probably be more interested in photo bombing my shots with funny faces. It's okay. I'd forgive you.

He's at the airport with his suitcase and I'm standing behind him. I try not to cry but it's futile and he's crying too. Before he has to board, he turns around to kiss me, long and slow and not caring who's watching. We hang on until the last possible second and then he steps back, kisses my hand and boards the plane. I call a taxi home. I wouldn't be able to see the road through my tears.

I've been watching the rivers and thinking of you. You'd think I'd think of Percy (by the way how are he and Annabeth?) but I'm thinking of that canoe ride we went on that your dad crashed. I would say to send him my best but his ego doesn't need that. Send my love to your siblings though. Kayla offered to hide in one of my suitcases to come with me. She's my favourite, sorry love.

He's gone and I lie down in bed at home hugging a pillow and watching all the videos I have of us on my phone. There are lots. Hours go by. It starts to dawn on me that there's going to be a whole half a year without him. No morning kisses, evening snuggles, flour fights, teasing, family dinners with my siblings, walks at dusk when the sun is just seeping away. My pillow is wet in the morning.

Not long until I come home now. I'm so grateful that you've been so supportive. This isn't easy for either of us but especially not for you. At least you have Hazel's brownies still. I've missed those. If the house burns down, save my eyeliner. I know I'm fabulous without it but it's fun and that new brand is very expensive. Oh, and save yourself too. I couldn't be missing a boyfriend and eyeliner now could I?

He's been gone a while now and I'm doing better. We call and text and write but the time difference makes it hard. I've kept the apartment relatively clean with some help from Hazel and have buried myself in work for a while. Sometimes I go see my friends. With every day that draws closer to him coming home, the excitement in their eyes gets more apparent. I start whistling love song to myself in a empty house. God, I've missed him.

I should probably go to sleep. I love you. I have not had my heart stolen by any of the lions I've been photographing, although I've come close - there were some particularly devilish ones. I will latch on to you when I come home and never let go. You'll have to piggyback me everywhere because I'm not leaving ever again. I can't wait.

All my love,

Nico

He's on one of those planes. That plane landing right now could have him sitting on it. My heart leaps to my throat. I look around everywhere, frantically. I think of putting up a wanted poster: missing a dark haired boy most likely carrying McDonald's. When I see him everything stops and there's a brief second where no one moves. Then he's hurtling towards me into my arms and I'm holding him so tight, kissing his head and crying because he's here.

He's home.

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A/N

Hey, loves! Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. This is just a bit of a drabble but I thought I better get something out. I had braces on today, which was not fun. Thank you so much for the reads, votes and comments. 45k reads is so much more than I could have ever thought. It's astounding to me. Thank you all so much.

Ash x