You sat on the bed you two shared and watched him walk from his opened suitcase to the closet. He was leaving for tour tomorrow, a year and a half tour to be exact. As he laid another pair of skinny jeans and shirt into his massive luggage he did a double take and saw you watching him. He gave you a small smile before walking over and sitting next to you on the duvet and pulling you on to his lap.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow. The time we had together just went by too fast.” You said holding back the tears. You’ve never cried in front of him before. You refused to let him see you so weak.
“I know, babe. I know.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to him.
“How am I going to go for so long without you?”
“You’ll still see me. I have a couple breaks in between shows and I’ll fly you out when I can.”
“ It just won’t be the same, Louis. It will never be enough time.”
“ I know. I’m going to miss you so much.” He said turning your head to face his and smashing his lips to yours. After a few minutes you broke the kiss and placed your forehead on his. He still cupped your face and watched you as you looked down and played with your fingers.
“Look at me.” You looked up and he was shocked to see that your eyes had glossed over with unshed tears. He was shocked. He has never seen you so vulnerable and emotional before.
“Baby, you know I’ll always come back for you, right?” You couldn’t find yourself to answer and also found that you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
“Baby, no. Please don’t cry. Please.” He said biting his lip and trying to hold back the tears that were now threatening to spill from his eyes. He wiped your tears away and before pulling you into his chest. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you like this, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. You cried for a bit longer against his chest before pulling away and looking down at the watermarks on his shirt.
“Oh, Lou. I’m sorry about your shirt.” He shook his head and chuckled.
“You would be worried about something so silly.” You gave a small smile before returning to your state before.
“Hey.” He said placing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “But you do know that, right?” You let out a breath of air that you didn’t know you were holding in.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Good.” He said placing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You knew he would always come back, but you just couldn’t get over the thought of him being gone for what felt like ages. You looked at the clock and noticed how late it was. You knew he had an early flight in the morning. You laid down while he finished up his packing. After stuffing a few more pairs of trousers into his suitcase he closed it up and placed it by the front door. He came back into the bedroom and undressed to his boxers before sliding into bed next to you. You turned around so that you were facing him. Neither of you said a word. You didn’t have to. You both sat in a comfortable silence and just stared at each other. You brought your hand up and ran your fingers over all of his facial features. Across his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, up and down his cheekbones, the outlining of his lips. He grabbed your hand and brought the palm of it to his lips. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close enough that your chests were touching and your legs were intertwined. He nuzzled his head into the space between your neck and shoulder and placed a light kiss to your neck.
“I’ll always come back. Always.” He said against the sensitive spot on your neck. “I love you so much, (Y/N).”
“I love you too.”
