The next few weeks on tour with the boys passed ridiculously quickly. I'd been round most of Europe within the blink of an eye, and then around America.
Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which quickly turned into a year.
I woke up one morning, and rubbed my eyes, and turned over to face Luke, who was still soundly asleep. "God, you're perfect," I murmured. I traced along his cheekbones with my forefinger, then along his jawline and down his neck. He was smiling in his sleep. He exhaled softly before saying, "Not as perfect as you."
"Pft shut up. You're Luke Hemmings for gods sake, you are perfect." He shook his head, his eyes still closed. I carried on studying his face, all of his features, taking every bit of his perfection in. "I'm going to miss you," I sighed sadly. He opened his eyes to look into mine. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, the tour is nearly over, and you're going to go back to Australia. I will miss you crazy amounts. Will we still even be.. you know, together?" His eyes studied mine, then travelled around my face and then down to where I was covered by the duvet. "Of course we will still be together. Just... let's enjoy now, yes? We'll sort everything out, it'll be okay, I promise."
Me and Zoe sat at a table of 2 for breakfast, seeing as all the boys decided to have left-over pizza for breakfast (gross, I know). "This has been amazing, I still can't believe it's real. I'll wake up in a minute, I bet," I said.
She nodded, "It's so surreal!"
"You and Michael good?" I asked her, whilst buttering a croissant. She nodded and smiled happily, "Yeah, we're really good. We're just both so happy. I don't want to sound big headed, but it is literally like we were made for each other, Holly," she said. I'd noticed a change in her- she was just so so so happy. "You and Luke doing okay?" she then asked me. I nodded in reply and she smiled, "Good."
That night, the last concert of the tour was over and done with. I fell back onto the bed and groaned. "I'm so tired," I mumbled. Luke came out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and laughed, "And me." He lay down next to me when he'd finished. "Y'know," he started, "tonight is our last night. We should probably make the best of it."
I nodded in reply, "We probably should." And he kissed me passionately, tugging my shirt off.
The next morning, I was feeling incredibly groggy and tired. "Mm," Luke moaned and nuzzled into my neck, wrapping his arms around my bare waist. "I don't want to go," he mumbled. I sighed, "Me neither. We can stay in bed for a bit longer."
I slept, with my head on Luke's chest, most of the time on the flight to England. "Hey, baby, we're landing." Luke gently shook my arm, waking me up. We gathered our suitcases at the airport and I rubbed my eyes again. Luke wrapped his arms around my waist, putting his suitcase down for a minute. "You better stay safe when I'm gone," he said, his eyes welling up. I breathed out heavily, trying to stop myself from crying. "Yeah, I'll try. And you, Luke."
"I'll always stay safe if it means I'll see you again," he replied, smiling. I looked away, I knew I wouldn't be able to say goodbye. "I can't do this, Luke."
"Do what?" he asked, worried.
"I can't say goodbye. I just, I can't do it. I love you. I love you so much and I can't do this," I said frantically, tears falling down my face.
"Hey, don't cry. It's okay," he pulled me into his chest, "I love you too. I love you so much more."
I shook my head, "You can't love me more, I don't care what you say."
"Yeah? Well I do. Okay let's just agree we love each other the same. And, you need to stay strong for me. I know you can do it, I will visit whenever I can. I will call you everyday, Skype you every weekend. Whatever it takes, I'll do it."
"Live with me?" I said. It was a complete spur-of-the-moment idea, but it wasn't my worst. "Wha- I. I don't know if.." he stuttered. I looked down and shook my head, more tears dripping down, "Sorry, stupid idea." He held my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and lifted it up and craned his neck down so his face was closer to mine. He kissed my tears away off my face before kissing me passionately again. "I can't move in with you, just yet. I'm sorry. It wasn't a stupid idea, it was perfect and I with I could. But I promise you, one day it will happen." I nodded at his reply. "So, can we go back to your apartment?" he asked, winking.
"Your flight to Aus though..." I asked, confused.
"...is in like 10 hours," he finished.
