"I don't wanna say goodbye."
My heart thumps in my chest as he mutters those words pathetically into my neck. His arms wind around my small frame, one hand resting on my back and one clutching a fistful of my hair. It feels like he's holding on for dear life and I never want him to let go. My fingers dig into his back and I hold him closer than I've ever held anyone.
I can't help but think I belong in his arms.
"Don't. Don't go. I just- I don't like when you leave."
I whimper selfishly. My nose squishes into his chest, right in the spot where he sprays his cologne. I inhale so deeply my lungs sting with the painfully familiar scent. His lips refuse to move from my forehead as he answers, not that I care. His warmth is so welcoming and I know waking up without it for the next few months is going to be damn near impossible.
"Oh, please don't say that, angel. You know I'm already about to forget the tour and hibernate with you for the rest of the year."
A tiny giggle bubbles in my chest, coming out more of a whine through my tight throat as it closes around the sobs I keep in. He practically wraps me into him when he hears the noise I made.
"No, no, no, sweetheart. If you cry you know I'll cry."
I pull back from him momentarily, placing both of my hands on his cheeks and running the tips of my thumbs under his beautiful eyes as sadness and tears prick at my own. He just breathes lightly, forcing a wear smile that causes his cheeks squish slightly under my palms. I grin with tight lips at his adorableness, bringing his face down to plant a kiss to his wonderfully soft, pink mouth. He slides his fingers from their position on my back to my hips, continuing the kiss for as long as I allow him.
"Michael! Haul ass, we board in three minutes!"
I wince away from his lips when we hear Ashton's fatherly warning ring through the terminal. Michael sighs frustratedly and runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, hooking one arm around my waist again and pressing another kiss feverishly to me. I am lost once again in the feel of his supple skin and the gentle caress of his tongue and lips. After a few seconds of absorbing as much of him as I possibly can, I grievously push against his broad chest, reminding him with a broken tone that he needs to go.
"Ashton's gonna throw a fit and you're gonna miss your plane."
"Fuck that. Fuck everything, y/n. I really don't think I can leave you again, it hurts me so much."
He says, kissing each of my knuckles and refusing to shift his gaze from my own.
"I can't do it. Every time I leave I ache for you, baby. I really just- I just don't think I will be able to do this."
My blood races through my veins at his confession, knowing I feel the exact same way. I bundle his shirt in my fists and begin to reply, but I'm cut off by a familiar, angry Australian voice.
"Mike, I'm serious, say bye. We have to go."
Ashton's head of floppy curls appears around the corner of the terminal and he rushes towards us. My boyfriend glares at him and suddenly snaps.
"I'm not leaving."
Ash's eyes widen and he stops in his tracks, chest heaving.
"What? Stop fucking 'round, mate. We are seriously going to miss our flight."
Michael shrugs, enveloping me in another bone crushing embrace. I burrow my face into him again, winding my arms around his lower back. He kisses my head and strokes my hair, explaining further to his band mate.
"I'm not kidding, Ash. I can't leave her, I just can't, okay? You have no clue how much it fucking kills me."
The curly haired boy just sighs heavily, slapping a giant hand on to my boy's shoulder and patting him reassuringly.
"I understand, I know it sucks. But this is Asian leg, man. You know you love Japan too much to miss this. I promise she's not going anywhere. Right, y/n?"
Michael tilts my chin up to meet my lips for the last time, sorrow filling his ravishing orbs while they trace my facial features. I glance quickly at Ashton, catching his 'sorry' smile and I return it before looking back at Mikey.
"Right. Ash is right, you really can't miss this. I'm not going anywhere."
He just shakes his head and I feel my breath catch as his eyes glisten with tears. He drops his head into the crook of my neck and I stifle another sob, tugging him into me like he's my life boat in an open black ocean.
"I love you so much. I'll be back before you can blink."
I nod, trying to remind myself that this is for him, not for me.
Let him go, don't be selfish.
Let him get on that plane.
Let him go.
"I love you more. You'll have so much fun. Promise me you will."
My voice is just above a whisper as he places one final kiss to my forehead, slipping his fingers from mine.
"I promise."
He forces a smile and catches his bottom lip between his teeth, trailing after Ashton further into the terminal.
I tightly grip my own arms, hugging myself and watching him leave. I can't help but notice I'm colder when he's gone. He doesn't even have to be holding me to feel warm when he's around, it's just the sheer jubilance of his presence that completes me.
I shudder and walk towards the exit, casting one last longing look his way before leaving the airport, mentally reminding myself to grab a few pints of ice cream on my way home. I'm gonna need a shit ton of junk food and romantic comedies to cope with the next few months, and I know he's going to be doing the same.
x-x-x
a/n: I know it's been literally 749293 years since I've updated and the only imagines I've written are michael (it's easier for me to write about him than anyone else bc I'm so whipped)
if you're actually reading this shit I love you to the moon & back
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