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Neil Westfall imagine

You could feel his stubble rub against your cheek as he pulled you into a hug, planting small kisses along your neck. Days like these made it hard to say goodbye, let alone get out of bed. No matter what you did, nothing made the days he left for tour easier, only the thought that he would be coming home at some point.

"I'm going to miss you." He whispered not letting you go. You gripped his shirt tighter and shook your head.

"Do you have to go?" You asked weakly whilst trying not to cry.

"Yeah know I do, baby, don't cry I'll be back before you know it." He said pulling away to look at your face. He took your chin in his hand and raised your head so your eyes met his.

"I'm going to miss you." You said while a tear managed to sneak through.

"I'll be back in three weeks. That's nothing." He said trying to make you laugh.

"I know. That doesn't mean I won't miss you any less." You whispered before leaning your head against his shoulder. You savoured moments like this when no touch was needed.

"I have to go. I'll call you before I board and then again when I land." He said slowly starting to pull away from you.

"Okay." Was all you managed to say as you nodded to yourself, trying to hold back the tears.

"You can do this. I love you."He said with one last kiss before walking out the door smiling back at you as he got into the cab.

Two weeks after Neil left, the loneliness started to settle in. He still calls you each night before he goes on to perform but it's not the same as having him there with you. The tweets began flowing in that week. Maybe it was just your imagination but something seemed to feel different about them this time. One fan tweeted a photo to you that made your heart stop. There he was, Neil, as handsome as ever, hugging a skinny blonde, with their lips connecting. It instantly brought tears to your eyes and the continuous stream of tweets made it harder to forget. You managed to clean the entire house before you finally broke down admitting defeat. Turning off your phone you crawled into bed before finally falling asleep.

The next day you got out of bed and went along as though it was another day. You logged onto your computer checking some emails and your Facebook where you saw an inbox from Neil asking why you hadn't answered your phone. You turned your phone back on, only to be bombarded by more tweets and six missed calls from Neil. You finally rang him back and he answered the phone slightly panicked.

"Baby, why didn't you answer the phone last night? You had me really worried!" He spoke into the phone.

"I fell asleep, I'm sorry." You spat back quickly.

"What's the matter? Are you upset?" He asked sounding puzzled.

"You haven't been on Twitter lately have you?" You asked sarcastically.

"No, we were busy with interviews yesterday I barely had any time to eat. Why what's on Twitter?" He continued to question.

"Have a look for yourself." Was your reply. You could hear Neil yelling at Kevin to open his laptop and look at Twitter. Then audible gasp Neil made sent a shiver down your spine.

"Baby, please don't do this. I would never cheat on you, you mean far too much to me," he said through what sounded like tears.

painstakinglypossibility that Neil was in fact telling the truth. In the two years you had been together he had never cheated or lied to you. If he dared try to cross you he knew he would lose it, the boy couldn't lie to save his life. With those thoughts in mind you thought to resolve everything with him on his return tomorrow.

tortured

"You are a crazy bastard, Westfall."

"Yeah but I'm your crazy bastard."