hey there delilah - plain white t's
i grip my backpack strap thrown over my shoulder, my stomach filled with butterflies, searching in the crowd of people huddled around the gate of the airport. i feel so tired, anxious, yet excited. johnson smiles and points out a face in the crowd, before i hear a voice calling my name.
"jack!"
i whip around, opening my arms to y/n's running figure. she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. i squeeze her, burying my face her neck.
"baby," i sigh in relief, rubbing small circles on her back. "so good to have you so close." i whisper, kissing her cheek multiple times. i gently scoop two fingers under her chin and bring her lips to mine. they're soft, and so damn welcoming. like home.
"i missed you so fucking much." she finally pulls away, looking down at me with her gorgeous eyes.
"you have no idea."
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on the car ride home, she holds my hand, kissing me, smiling and cuddling. it eats me alive, knowing what i've done to our relationship. something i could never take back, as badly as i wanted to.
god, i can't lose her. i love her so much.
"i love you, y/n." i whisper, and she looks up from her head leaning into my shoulder.
"i love you, too." her smile is so big.
my heart wrenches, imagining the look on her face when she hears the rumors. the truth.
when johnson drops us off, he's got the pitiful, sympathetic look on his face.
"tell her." he mouths as we hop out of the car, and the words of goodbye die on my lips.
our home comes into view, walking up the lengthy side walk and gripping her hand, dragging my luggage behind me. she smiles before opening the door, a banner reading "welcome home."
i smile, despite the heavy situation, and drop my luggage. i sweep her up, bridal style and walk the short distance to our room.
"i wanna take a very long nap, with you in my arms, because eight weeks is too long without my baby." i set her on the very comfy-looking bed. i pull my sweatshirt and shirt off, stripping all the way down to my boxers.
"sounds good to me!" she giggles, peeling the sheets back and tossing my sweatpants aside, leaving her in a band t-shirt.
i crawl in, wrapping her in my arms instantly, grinning. "i missed this. my little spoon." i can't help but laugh at the nickname and the memories it held.
"i missed it too. nobody to keep me warm." she pouted, before turning around in my arms, facing me. she cupped my cheeks, her thumbs stroking my cheekbones. "did you have fun on tour?" leaving the faintest kiss on me.
"mhm." i groan, my eyes fluttering close.
just before i fall asleep, my phone's ringtone loudly interrupting.
we share a mutual groan, before i feel her shift to reach for it. i grab her hand, kissing it and holding it close to my chest.
"let it ring. i want this time for ourselves." i dismiss the call, wrapping her up again, letting it go to voicemail. shortly after, a ding indicated a text.
"read it later," i mumbled, and she whispered an 'okay' back.
a comfortable silence falls over us, and soon, i drift to sleep.
