Will Poulter Imagines

He Leaves

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I look at the clock on the wall above the television and I start to frown again.
I listen to the nice sound of Will's breathing and sigh because he's leaving today.
Today he was going to go somewhere in America to film The Maze Runner, leaving me alone with my thoughts, my job, practically everything that he made better just by being here when I came home.
I listen closer and try to hear his breathing, but there was nothing. Instead, I hear the bed springs move and feet hit the floor.
"(Y/N)?" Will calls out, but I pretend not to hear him. Either that, or I just didn't want to say "what" and start to cry more than I wanted to today.
I told him I was going to be okay today, I told him I'll expect him back and I told him I would be alright when I would honestly be far from it.
"Hey."
I look up to meet his gaze and he smiles a weak smile.
I thought he would forget about him leaving today, but he didn't.
I look over at him as he stood in front of me while I was sitting on the sofa and a weird noise escapes my mouth as I jump towards him and embrace him in a tight hug.
My hands were on his back around his waist and my head was against his shoulder.
He was rubbing my back, up and down as his breath became heavy and fast.
He laughs and I felt the vibration of it on my hands that were still on his back.
"What day is it? And in what month?" He asks as he looks over at me.
I smile and laugh slightly.
"Sadly the day you leave, in the month I will spend alone along with the next one." I say.
His smile fades and he holds onto me.
I sit up, taking myself away from him.
I feel him move towards me, but I move and walk towards the window.
"You should go get dressed." I say while crossing my arms over my chest. I look out the window and see a woman running with her dog.
I couldn't tell what he was doing, but I could hear his feet on the floor behind me and his sigh made me more sad, if possible.
"Listen, you don't have to do this." He says as he stands still.
I turn around and am confused by what he means.
"I don't have to do what? Watch you leave? Yes I do, Will. Even if you come back, there will be more times when I watch you leave whether its for business reasons, or visiting family, or maybe when you pass away." I say as I start to tear up for the first time today.
I was surprised I kept it in as long as I did.
I felt a hot drop run down my face, and I immediately wipe it away.
"You have to remember its the same thing for me with you." He says as he stands there.
"I really didn't want to fight in the last few minutes we have together."
"I'm sorry." I say.
He looks at me with saddened eyes.
"I'm just going to go get my things and load the car up." He says.
"And then I'll get dressed and such."
With that, he walks into the next room and comes back with luggage in both of his arms.
"I'll help." I say.
I walk into the room and grab two of his carry on bags and bring them outside.
We get the rest in the car and we start to mess around with each other, occasionally shoving each other with our shoulders.
I shove him and expect him to shove me back, but he was on the ground beside me.
"You have a nice shoulder there." He points out as he stands up. I watch him as he gets up, and as he does so, he watches me and eventually looks down at me. He smiles and it makes me feel happy to know it wasn't a weak one or a fake one. He looks at his watch and looks back at me.
"Its time to go." Will says.
"I'm not even dressed, and its time to go."
My mouth is agap while I look at him. His eyes were still beautiful, but the emotion behind them didn't match the beautiful hazel shade.
Will and I share eye contact but break it as he goes back inside.
I follow him and he was already back with his wallet in his hands.
"Ready?" I ask quietly.
"I guess." He says as he reaches up to rub my shoulder with his thumb.
On the way there, I drove since it was early in the morning and he had a plane and jet lag to deal with later.
"Are you going to go in with me?" Will asks.
I look ahead of me and feel his gaze on me.
"I don't know if I can do it." I say.
I dared to look over at him and he has a hurt look on his face.
"You have to come with me. I can't have the last image of you being in the car crying. I want you to just, go in and be happy for me, happy for us." He says.
I take a deep breath in and I rub my eyes with my loose hand.
"Okay." I say as we park in the parkway.
We both get out and grab all of the bags, together we must have had about four bags, and when I say four bags, I mean four heavy ones.
I look at the people who are in the airport and some even stare back, some smiling at me.
"Sometimes I wonder if people are looking at me because I have the eyebrows of the devil and I'm the same size of a baby giraffe or because I'm in movies and they know me." He says.
I burst out laughing at his first line. He was crazy tall, but in no way did he have devil eyebrows. His eyebrows were great.
I look at all the younger people, mainly girls, that are looking at him, hopefully because they know who he is.
That being said, some of them came over and asked for his autograph and such while I stood there pretending to look at something interesting on the other side of the building.
When he was done being with them, we made our way to his plane and I felt this feeling in my stomach.
I was thinking about the way he was with the girls and the few guys there, the way he was enjoying everything.
I was actually really worried that he would find someome who is more close to his personal standards than I am.
"I know I'm leaving and all, but you could look a little more happy for me." Will says as he chuckles.
I laugh a little bit, but I found very little humor in what he said.
"Are you okay?"
I look over at Will and I feel my head spin. I looked him directly in those eyes I knew I could never escape and I said, "please don't find someone better than me."
His face drops along with the two bags he was carrying.
He walks up to me and pulls me into a hug.
"I don't think you know what you're saying." He says as he pulls away.
A few tears escaped my eyes and I felt embarrassed to actually be telling him this.
"You have so many beautiful fans."
He laughs and nods his head, which broke me on the inside.
"That I do. But I have an even more beautiful girlfriend." He says as he smiles.
I smile back and look back at the girls who are taking pictures of him, but pretending not to.
I feel Will's hand on my shoulder and I move my head toward him.
"I love you." He says.
"How do you know that?" I ask him, which was pretty dumb and it sounded like I was trying to get him to admit his obsession with me or something, but I was really questioning why he liked me so much.
He looks at his feet and back up at me as many people walked by us.
"The first time I saw you in that massive place, the only person I saw in there was you." He says.
He looks around before looking back at me.
"And in here right now, there's all of these people with nothing to do, nothing to loose, and then there's you and me," he began as he gestures at the people around him, soon adding, "and all of these people, and I can't keep my eyes off of you."

A/N

I was thinking about adding a sad ending but I'm pretty happy with this one.
1400 + words for tonight is enough too, hahaha I'm kidding enough is never enough, but please
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