The Brit And The Twit

Saying Our Goodbyes

Mira's p.o.v

I sat on the edge of Mike's bed, watching him pack up in silence. We shared glances every minute or so, me biting my lip from nervousness. Once he was done, he took a seat, running a hand through his hair. I climbed into his lap, plugging in my earphones and putting one in my ear, the other in his. Resting my available ear on his chest, I let one of our favorite songs play, closing my eyes. 

The comfort of his arms snaked around my waist. Tears pricked at my eyes, causing my to bite at my lips harder. "Don't go.." my mind begged. Of course I wouldn't say it out loud. He deserved freedom. He noticed my body start to shake and ran a hand through my hair. I drew a shaky breath as he brought my face to his. "Why are you crying, love?" he asked, eyebrows coming together in worry. 

I wiped quickly at my eyes and gripped handfuls of the back of his shirt. Switching our glasses around, I blinked, eyes not adjusted slightly. He laughed and pressed his lips closely to my own. Tears stung at my eyes and I let them spill over, returning the kiss and gripping his shirt tighter. He smiled against my lips and rubbed my back gently. "I won't be gone long," he mumbled, pulling back a bit. A small frowned twitched at the corners of my lips. 

He noticed and kissed me quickly, the song finishing. He removed the earphone and put it in my other ear, glancing at his phone. My eyes met the screen the same time his did. He and I both knew it was time for him to go. I bit my lip roughly, tugging at it and sliding off his lap. Taking his hand and lacing our fingers tightly, I gripped his suitcase. We walked outside with Jake and Jess. I watched them as they exchanged goodbyes. 

Jake slid into the car and I realized it was our turn. Sighing, I watched as Mike's eyes flickered from the car to me. He seemed wary, and I smiled at the reason. Kissing him deeply, I gripped his hand tighter, trying not to let anymore tears fall. His kiss was just as deep before he pulled away, lightly letting go of my hand. Sliding his luggage into the backseat, we all waved goodbyes. 

I wasn't fond of Jess, but I clung to her shirt, tearing up as we watched our boys leave. It wasn't until the car disappeared around the corner that I realized they were gone. I missed him already, and my chest was starting to hurt. "Please come back to me.."