𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Her Holiday, His Hell

AN: This idea came to me whilst I was writing another imagine. Since Leon's always leaving reader to go on missions, I thought maybe for once Leon could be the one left alone at home.

So here's some pining Leon, left at home and missing his girl terribly.
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Leon POV:

As soon as the door closes, I'm already feeling the loneliness creep in. It sounds to cheesy and ridiculous, but having her around just feels right. But she's gone now, leaving the country for a whole week whilst having a vacation with her friends. I don't mind, if anything I've been excited for her, even if a small part of me wanted to follow along with her, keeping my distance but still knowing she's safe and happy.

I can deal with this though. I've just gotta keep my mind occupied.

That's exactly what I do for the next two days, then after that I'm lost again. The house is clean from top to bottom, I've sorted through some stuff we've been meaning to get rid of, and I've completed all the extra paperwork I could manage whilst away from work. I slump onto our bed, letting out a sigh as I stare up at the ceiling fan. Right about now we'd be together, watching a movie or playing a game.

I miss her so much. Is this what she feels every time I leave for a mission? This massive sense of isolation and yearning? I hate it, and it makes me feel guilty for all the time I've left Y/N alone, living without me and waiting for me to come back.

I call up a friend in town, and we go to the bar together to have a couple of drinks. It helps me temporarily, but as soon as I get home to the empty and hold house, the silence is too loud. I head to bed, struggling to sleep from anxiety and worry clawing at my chest. I end up texting her, something I've been trying not to do as much as I want since she's on holiday with her best friends.

L: Hey, how's the trip? Having fun?

Y/N: Yeah! I'm loving it! I'm considering moving here permanently btw...

L: That good, huh? Well don't forget about me when you're swimming with turtles or whatever. I miss you a lot.

Y/N: I could never forget about you! I miss you too.

She sends me a photo of herself wearing some bright neon yellow sunglasses, holding up some kind of cocktail as she grins at the camera. I smile, downloading it for safe keeping, then reply.

L: I love you baby. Have fun, and don't forget to drink some water before bed.

Y/N: Okay mother, will do. I love you too.

I nod, letting out a slightly relieved breath. Now I know she's okay, so I can relax a little and finally go to sleep. It takes a while, but eventually I pass out, but at some point in the night I reach out for Y/N, only to find the bed cold. My mind panics for a second as I sit up straight, eyes wide as I search the room, but then I remember she's not here. I fall back down onto my back, rubbing a hand over my face. I'm not being paranoid or weird, I just really want her back. I hate this waiting, especially now the roles are reversed and I'm the one moping at home.

In the morning, after a not so good night's sleep, I make some coffee. Two cups, then I set one on the table. I lean back against the counter, sipping from my mug until I wake up a little, eyes narrowing at Y/N's steaming mug. She's not here to drink it. It's funny how I'm so used to her presence, I keep doing things as if she's here, and a part of me warms at the fact that some of my life is so loving and domestic, I never imagined I'd get to do things like this after Raccoon.

The rest of the week passes in a blur. On the last day I go out and buy some fresh flowers, then I also spend an hour or so making Y/N a welcome back card. If anyone I knew saw me right now I could guarantee they'd laugh in my face, but I don't care. My girl is coming back to me today, and I'm practically buzzing with excitement.

As soon as I hear the key in the door I'm on my feet, waiting and waiting, she can't get the door open quick enough. "Baby!" I grin as soon as I see her, looking as stunning as the day she left. She smiles, pulling her luggage in then closing the door, but already I'm wrapping my arms around her, picking her up off of her feet as she laughs and buries her face into my neck. God, she feels amazing, I could cry.

"I missed you too. What's that?" She asks after a few minutes of hugging. I set her right then take her hand, leading her to the counter where her card and flowers are.

"I got you these as a welcome home present, and I, uh, made you this." I say, feeling a little embarrassed from how desperately I've missed her. She doesn't laugh or make fun of me though, instead she smiles with tears in her eyes, giggling at my corny card.

"They're lovely, thank you so much. I got you something too. Wait here." She says, then rushes to her suitcase, pulling out a small box. She passes it to me, clasping her hands together as I open it to reveal a beaded surfer style blue necklace. I smile, already putting it on.

"It looks great, thank you." I murmur, pulling her to me by her waist, then I kiss her deeply, conveying all my love to her. After, she insists on unpacking, but I don't want to leave her side. I help her put away her things, cook us both dinner and clean up, then take a shower with her as I listen to her tell me about her holiday, and then finally we head to bed.

I lie on my back with her in my arms, my lips pressed against the top of her head. I debate voicing the thing that's been haunting me, but in the end decide to tell her anyway, since she'll know something is on my mind. "I'm sorry I keep leaving you for so long when I go to work." I mumble.

She lifts her head to look at me, brows knitting together in confusion. "Huh?"

"I now know what it's like to be left alone, and that was just a week. It was a nightmare, and I'm sorry you have to deal with that when I go."

Y/N gives me the softest smile, shaking her head. "It's okay, you always come back to me, the same way I came back to you. We might not be together all the time, but it makes the time we do have together so much more special."

I nod, humming in agreement as she yawns and sets her head back down on my chest. The weight feels so comfortable and perfect. I rest a hand on her head, fingers toying with her hair as her breathing evens out. I smile to myself, finally feeling whole once again now she's safe and reunited with me.