Two in a Million || Raura

26 | I Love You

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Two in a Million: 26 | I Love You
| Ross Lynch |

2:34am. I've been awake since five this morning, had a huge band meeting, had lunch with my manager for a possible movie role, had a dinner with Ellington's family for some reason, yet I haven't seen my girlfriend of four months in four fucking weeks. Don't get me wrong, I'm super proud of her for going on a small U.S. tour with other YouTubers and such, but I miss the hell out of her.

Her flight lands in four hours and she'll finally be all mine for god knows how long. Sighing, I reach for my phone and open up Twitter.

@rossr5: I've been awake for almost 24 hours and can't seam to sleep to save my life.

@rossr5: I just want it to be 6:00am.

Within seconds, a text from Laura appears on my screen.

From Love Bug❤️:
Ross, you need to get some sleep.

Smiling, I quickly type something back.

To Love Bug❤️:
I can't. I just want you.

From Love Bug❤️:
As sweet as that is, I'm currently in an airport waiting to board my plane. If you get some sleep, I promise you seeing me will be quicker.

To Love Bug❤️:
Baby, I can't, okay? I'll sleep once I'm holding you.

From Love Bug❤️:
Fine. But I have to go. See you soon?

To Love Bug❤️:
See you soon.

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Her hair was up. Her glasses were on. She had on sweats, a sweatshirt, and Uggs. She looked fucking beautiful. The minute my eyes locked with hers, I felt a hundred times better. Making the quick fifteen feet distance, I wrap my arms around her body and hug her close to me, planting a kiss on her hair.

"Holy fucking God, Laur." I mumble, already rocking us back and fourth. "I missed you so fucking much." Her cute as fuck giggle escapes her mouth before she squeezes me tightly.

"I missed you too, Ross. But I'd really appreciate it if we could head to my place 'cause I'm so tired and I just want my own bed." She says, pulling away from me. "And kisses." She adds, giving me a smile.

"Let's go." I whisper, grabbing two of her suitcases. By the time we were both piled in the car, I place my hand on her thigh and gently rub my thumb in circles. "Hey." I say quietly, looking over at her. She looked my way, but I quickly put my eyes back on the road as the light turned green.

"What?" She asks. I let out a small laugh and take my hand off of her thigh to turn the steering wheel, only to put my hand back on her thigh as I straighten out the car.

"Nothing, just missed you." I reply quietly. At the next light we have to stop at I pat her thigh and wait for her to look at me.

"Huh?" She furrows her eyebrows at me. I cup the side of her face and gently press my lips to hers, something I've been waiting to do for four fucking weeks. But the second I heard the honk was the second I went back to driving. Stupid cars. A half hour later, while we're on the freeway, I turn the music down and look over at her.