Big Time Rush Imagines

Please Come Home For Christmas - Kendall

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. School finished today for me, and I can proudly say I'm a high school Senior! And I'm also sorry that this is a Christmas imagine, this just happened to be the next one in the line up. :) Enjoy!

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Kendall Imagine:

Please Come Home For Christmas - Cody Simpson

Your POV:

"I love you."

"I love you too." I sniffled, a few tears rolling down my cheeks.

And those were the last words before he and Dustin boarded their plane for England.

 3 weeks. And the worst part is, he never promised to come home for Christmas.

So it's the 23rd, and yet I've heard nothing about him coming home. All he ever does is talk about his day, and post pictures. Standing on the ladder, I place yet another ornament on the tree. Sighing I get down and lay down on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest. Pitter patter of paws, get louder as Sissy nears the couch, hops up and cuddles into my side. Her vibe isn't the same without Kendall here, and she can say the same for me too. I pulled out my phone, opening Instagram to leave Kendall a video.

" @(Y/T/N) : Please Come Home For Christmas ft. my good friend Cody on the guitar. Ken, please come home for Christmas."

After I posted that video, all the comments were from fans tagging Kendall. Saying how could he just leave me for our first Christmas as husband and wife.

As Christmas Eve rolled around, the Schmidt's began to arrive for a small dinner and movie.

"Have you heard any word dear?" Mama Schmidt asked rubbing my shoulder.

I shook my head, "No, you know? The least he could have done was bring me with him."

 "Well that boys doesn't think a whole lot." She joked.

"Well that's why I married him." I laughed.

As our Christmas movie came to an end, everyone decided to head to bed, in preparation for tomorrow. I took one last glance at the door and the clock. 11pm. He's not coming home. I awoke to the smell of pancakes, jumping out of bed to fill my empty stomach. I was greeted by Papa & Mama Schmidt cooking breakfast.

"You should have woken me! I would have made breakfast! I feel bad now." I frowned.

"Don't worry about it dear! I love cooking for everyone." She smiled.

"Hey, where's Kevin?" I asked looking around.

"He said he had to go pick something up from the grocery store. He should be back soon." Papa Schmidt stated while reading yesterday's newspaper.

 The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." I sang, getting up from the bar stool.

 My hand fell upon the cool metal of the door knob, twisting to the left. The door swung open, and a tall figure casts a shadow over me.

"Kendall?" I gasped, bringing my hand over my mouth.

 "I'm sorry I left you. I'm stupid." He frowned pulling me into his chest.

I looked up into his eyes, "I'm just happy your home for Christmas."