Roadtrip Oneshots

Bruke, Gone Again

Requested by Irishroadie. Enjoy, and thanks for the request!
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Luke

"I'll be home before you know it," Brooklyn whispered in my ear when he pulled me in for a hug.

I held him flush against me, hating this.

I hated how he was back home for a day, and then he was gone. It was always like this. Admitted, we'd lasted for nearly four years now, but each time it got harder and harder to deal with it.

Especially when my other friends wanted to meet my boyfriend, my distant family came down for a while and wanted to meet him.

Only he was never around, and I knew that my family were disappointed.

"I just wish you didn't have to go again so soon," I sniffled, felt the tears well up; the same tears that welled up whenever we parted.

But this was different.

I wouldn't be able to see him in person for three months... three whole months without holding my boyfriend in my arms.

"I want to stay Luke. But I can't. The boys need me back at the house."

I smiled a little when he said 'the house'; not home.

This would always be his home.

I let go and kissed him hard on the lips, sighed when he wrapped his arms around my neck in response. His lips worked against my own, but before long we had to separate for air.

I breathed deeply, letting my forehead fall against his. Brook had his eyes closed, and I wiped the tear away that ran down his cheek.

"I love you Brooky," I said.

"I love you more," he whispered. Green eyes met mine.

And then he was gone. Again.

Barely a day spent together, but it was a day nonetheless.

Brooklyn Wyatt. My boyfriend. Gone.

Again.

I leant against the doorframe as Brooklyn hopped into the taxi, small bag in hand.

He didn't look back. He never did; he told me he found it harder to walk away from me if he turned back.

But what he didn't know was that I found it harder to let him go every time by watching him leave as he did. No last glance. No kiss blown my way. No smile.

Just the back of my boyfriend's head.

I rubbed my face with my hands, didn't walk back into my house until the taxi had left with my boyfriend inside.

I threw myself down on my bed, fired him off a text.

I miss you already.

I smiled through tears when I got an immediate response.

I miss you too.

I fumbled for a reply, my vision blurry.

Have a safe journey Brooky.

And then his last response for some hours.

I'll text you when I'm at the house.

I didn't bother replying, knowing that he wasn't expecting me to; we'd speak later on when he was safe and back in the house.

But one thing stuck at the front of my mind.

My uncle's family were due to arrive later tonight, all with the intention of meeting Brooklyn; finally.