Becoming the Fifth Second of Summer - a FanFiction

Left Behind

2 days later, 10th October, 2016. The day we leave for the tour.

That night, we just lay there. Staring at the lights strung over our heads, softly humming to the music, our hands tangled by our sides. The warm yellow light flickered over his face. His eyes were set alight by the fire next to us, and the tiny downy hairs that grew along his neck were highlighted by the glimmering flames. The softness of his hands as they drew up my arms and legs, he was so gentle. Every so often, we would smile at each other, just knowing. Knowing that we were wanted by something, someone. In a glance we both knew the magnitude of our feelings. That he never let my thoughts, and I never left his. That the taste of my lips stayed on his indefinitely, and the feeling of his touch never left mine. Although the prevalent ecstasy of the night was present, there loomed the inevitable fate. I would soon leave him, I would be gone for 6 months. The sadness hung behind his eyes, and I could see it, feel it. A lot can happen in 6 months, we both know that. And even though leaving him is the hardest thing that I could ever imagine, I couldn't help but wonder.

What was worse, leaving or being left?

The rain drops race down the window, and i watch to see which will win. My eyes trace the paths of each droplet, as they converge and disperse across the glass. The road beneath whizzes past in a blur, the yellow lines barley visible as we drive along the tarmac.

I feel fingers intertwine with mine, and I look to see who they belong to. Sitting next to me on the backseat of my Mum's car is Marcus. He interlocks his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand for reassurance. He looks at me, and smiles a sad smile. I hate how he is trying to be strong and comfort me right now. I want to breakdown and have him hold me, Im sick of pretending to myself that it will be okay, being away from him for so long. But the truth is, I now cant imagine a day without seeing his beautiful eyes, his warming smile. I just dont know if i can do this.

We pull into the car park behind the Garden Hotel, and Mum drives into a spot next to the huge tour bus, my new home. She looks into the rear view mirror, catching my gaze. Her eyes look as if they are asking 'are you okay?' I nod, and she nods slowly, almost accepting the fact that I am leaving her.

I unbuckle my seat belt, quickly becoming anxious. I suddenly feel the tears prick at my eyes, and my hands start to shake uncontrollably. Marcus grabs them, turning to face me.

'You're okay, you're okay.' His eyes reassuring me, my breathing slows. I breathe in deeply, trying to release the worried tension in my body. Its okay. Its okay. I tell myself, repeating it in my head as I slide out of the car and join Marcus and my Mum at the boot of the car. A man jumps out of the bus, and comes over to introduce himself. His name is Gus. I shake his hand, and smile. I guess I will be seeing a lot of Gus in the future, he is the driver after all. After hands are shaken and greetings exchanged, he hands me a lanyard with a laminated card on the end. I place i around my neck, and read the card attached.

DAISY MORRISON ,5 SECONDS OF SUMMER, OFFICIAL ARTIST.

Oh Jesus, this has become very real all of a sudden. I look to Mum and Marcus, a proud smile has spread across their faces. Gus and Marcus takes my bags, 5 in total plus my guitar, from the car and load them into the cavity under the bus. I choose to keep my rucksack and guitar with me on the bus, Gus takes them back on with him, leaving us 3 alone. I turn to my Mum first, and hug her tightly.

'You be careful okay? I dont want you hurting yourself, please remember to take your tablets if you get those migraines again,and ring me every night. Contact me if you need anything, Im only a plane ride away, and please stay with one of the team at all times, because i dont want you getting lost in all of those foreign countries okay? Okay? I love you. i am so proud of you, I love you I love you.'

I laugh into her shoulder. 'I love you too Mum, and I promise, I'll be really careful.'

'Now I'll see you when you play in London, but I cant make any pf the other shows because of work, Im so sorry' Mum starts to tear up, and I hug her again, hoping to squeeze out all of the worry inside her. I hate seeing her like this, it makes me want to cry too. She kisses my head again, before stepping away, and slowly getting back into the car.

Im left with Marcus. I jump down from the steps of the bus, and he hugs me. I smell him, trying to remember his scent. But, he breaks away too soon. I takes off his backpack, and unzips it to get something out. His body hides the object from view, but when he turns around, I cant help but cry. In his hands, he held out his white Adidas T-shirt. The one that I slept in at his house. Memories flood back from that night as i bring the fabric to my face, buring my nose into it. He laughs, and I look back to him. He has started to cry as well, his eyes now blurry with liquid. I jump and he catches my legs, wrapping them around his waist. My hands still clinging to the t-shirt, I wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss his lips hard. Our tears mix and merge as they stream down our faces, but they fail to interrupt us. I close my eyes tightly, desperately trying to kiss each part of him, trying to remember his touch. I break for a breath, our foreheads pressing together.

'You call me okay?' He says through his tears, his voice cracking with sadness.

'Every day, every day.' I whisper back, staring right back.

'I love you Daisy.' He says softly, his tears flowing stronger than ever. 'You are so special, and you make me a better person. I love you, every part of you, and I cant help but fall for you. Im so in love with you Daisy and I cant help it, I cant-'

'Stop.' I press my lips against his.

'I love you too.'