The Vamps Imagines

68. Shipping @Gemma4BallX

I ship you with Tristan and think you'd be the power couple of the century.

"I miss you, I knew I'd miss you but I didn't think it would be this bad. I keep seeing things in the street and think to myself that if you were here, how much you'd laugh or how much you'd love it. It's the same as when I go on stage I keep thinking about you and how you'd give me a good luck kiss before I went on stage and how you'd be stood at the side of the stage, cheering me on. I wish you were here to do that now. I need you here." Tristan sighed, his head resting in his hand as he pouted at you through Skype.

"I miss you too, the bed's cold without you and mornings are a lot more difficult and takeaway night isn't the same either. I wish I was with you." You wiped your eyes quickly while Tristan was looking down so he wouldn't know that you were crying but he knew you well.

"Baby please don't cry, you'll make me cry" he chuckled slightly. "I hate this. I hate not being with you. I need to be able to fall asleep with you next to me. I'm talking to management and you're flying out to me, I don't care what we have to do to get you out here just as long as your here soon." He smiled as he saw your face light up.

He was good, the day after your Skype call with Tristan, you received a phone call from their management telling you that they had managed to get you on a flight for that night. It didn't feel real. You were going to see Tristan after missing him for so long.

You packed your suitcase as quickly as possible, and by packing you basically threw everything in your suitcase and sat on the lid until it zipped closed. Once the taxi arrived and you were at the airport that's when the reality finally hit you and you could feel yourself practically shaking with anticipation.

The flight, surprisingly, seemed to fly by (see what I did there?) and before you knew it, you had landed, made it through the airport and were in a taxi on the way to the arena that the boys were playing that night.

By the time you arrived at the arena the first support act of the night had just come off stage and the second were getting ready to go on, meaning that Tristan was 100% doing his hair in the dressing room.

Thanking the driver you took your bags from the back of the car and went to meet Joe at the back entrance of the building. "Thank you, again" you laughed as he have you a gentle push.

"Stop thanking me, I should be thanking you. If I heard Tristan complaining about how much he misses you one more time I'd beat him with his drumsticks" he said with a straight face, making you laugh even more. "He's in this room here, how do you want to do this?" He asked, almost whispering so there was no chance that Tristan could hear you.

"Normally I'd want to surprise him and wait a little bit longer but I've missed him so much, I need to see him. Like now" you pouted.

"Aw, I wanted to mess with him. But, I guess I'll leave you to it. See you when they go on stage." He gave you a hug and went to find Dean.

You turned to the door and, as casually as you could manage, opened the door and walked into the room. Tristan sat with his back to you at the dressing table. He had his head in his hands and never even looked up when the door opened. You walked further into the room and noticed that his shoulders were shaking and you could hear him sniffing. Was he crying? The closer you got to him, the more convinced you became. "Tristan?" He asked quietly, reaching out and placing your hand on his back.

His head snapped up and your suspicions were confirmed. His eyes were  bloodshot and he was incredibly pale, tears ran down his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away. "No. It can't be. They told me that they couldn't get you a flight until next week." He whispered, reaching out as though he thought that you were just his imagination playing a cruel trick on him.

"It is me, they must have got me an earlier flight and not told you. I landed a few hours ago" you smiled at him, taking his hand in yours.

"Oh my god" he cried, standing up from his chair and taking you in his arms.

He spun you around in the air, kissing all over you face and holding you close to him. "You're not going home. I don't care how much you say you have to. You're staying for the entire tour" he mumbled against your shoulder.

"That's alright then. Because I packed enough clothes to last the entire tour" you mumbled as he squeezed you even tighter.