#150: Leaving for Tour - supermanitsnoteasy
Liam: You help him pack, wanting to spend every possible second with him. Moving slowly, taking your time, even though you know that will not slow time down- it will not change the fact that he has less than twenty-four hours before he has to leave. The two of you do not say much; instead, simply enjoy each other company knowing that will be what you miss most.
Zayn: His departure date mentioned once weeks before and never mentioned again, until the day of. You are quite, a mixture of bitterness and sadness has you biting your tongue; but damn you are so proud of him. You walk him to the car and he holds you for a long time mumbling against the skin of your neck, “I love you.” The quiver in his voice makes your eyes water as he repeats those three words over and over again, knowing there will be days when you might not get to hear him say it.
Harry: The airport is crazy but you had insisted on dropping him off. He held your hand the entire car ride, reminding you of all the things the two of you would do the next time he say you. “When you come to the show in New York we’ll go out to eat,” he smiled, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “Some place fancy, quite, just me and you.” You listened as he listed off places he would take you and things the two of you would do, excitement gradually replacing the looming depression of him leaving.
Niall: You fall into mother mode, helping him pack, double and triple checking to make sure he has not forgotten anything. You are fussing over every little thing trying to busy yourself, needing the distraction. He kisses you once, twice successfully shutting you up and gaining your full attention. He laughs, “I’m not goin’ off to war.” He jokes causing you to blush.
Louis: You cry but the tears do not last long because his cracking jokes doing everything he can to leave you smiling. It is equally hard on him and his fighting back his own tears; he does not want to leave you. Finally, you brush away the tears forcing yourself to be strong, plastering on a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “You have to go,” you remind him. He chuckles, “You have to let you.” He reminds softly, you sigh before begrudgingly releasing your hold on him.
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