"The tour is only 2 months long then ill be back for a while, I promise babe," Ricky told you when the bus pulled up outside your apartment.
“You better call me every chance you get, you know I don’t like being alone.”
“You know I don’t like leaving you alone. If I could bring you I would. Do you think you could fit in my suitcase with my clothes?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. That’s one thing you loved about Ricky, when you were sad he knew how to make you smile. Who ever was driving the bus honked a bunch of times and someone else banged on the door.
“The boys grow more and more impatient every tour.”
Ricky gave you a hug and held you as close to him as physically possible.
“I love you (Y/n). I will call you before I go to sleep.”
“I love you too, tell the boys ill miss them, but not as much as you.”
*one month later*
You watched the rain hit the window and run down the glass. You had just gotten a text from Ricky saying he wouldn’t be able to call you after the show. It wouldn’t end till 3am where you are and he didn’t want you waiting up for him.
It seemed as tho your phone calls had been getting shorter and shorter as well as farther apart. When he first left he called you twice a day every day, then it went to once a day, now it’s almost every other day. You couldn’t help but feel alone.
When you were in high school you suffered from social anxiety and you didn’t take rejection well or being alone well. Ricky helped you get over that when you met him and the rest of the guys, but disorders like that don’t just go away. At times you just feel so alone and you just lay in bed all day while Ricky hold you telling you you’re beautiful and he will never leave you.
When he is on tour he will usually Skype you until you fall asleep. Tonight tho you didn’t want to be one of those girls that need their boyfriends to drop everything they are doing for them. You knew Ricky would do it for you, but you wanted him to do what he loves and have fun.
While you continued to watch the rain outside the window, you had received a text from Ricky.
“I love you babe.”
“I love you too, I wish you could be here.”
“I wish I could too, I just want to lay in bed with you and hold you close to me.”
“I miss you” you told him, rolling onto his side of your bed where his scent still lingers. The scent of cigarettes and axe.
“I miss you too but babe it’s only one more month. You’re strong and your not alone.”
“How did you know?”
“I know you. Get some sleep love, ill be home soon.”
You put your phone on the night stand and fell asleep wrap in the blankets on Ricky’s side of the bed.
