Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Reunion

hey guys! i've been super sick all week with a really bad cold and so i spent most of it lying in bed blowing my nose which is just as fun as it sounds. on the bright side, i went to charlotte this weekend (where calvin harris was playing a show, but it was 21+ *rolls eyes*) and had an awesome weekend just getting away from school for a bit.

anyways, this chapter is very fluffy and was fun to write and i hope you guys like it!

oh, and thank you so much for 22k. jesus. i'd never expect for this story to get that much reads. but i'm so eternally greatful for you all. i love you!

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The next few days went by in a flash. 

I spent the weekend cleaning my apartment, humming and listening to a playlist Porter had sent me on Spotify. It had the most amazing songs, from Anamanaguchi to Madeon to K-pop. He knew I liked a wide variety of songs and made sure to include things that I wouldn't normally listen to. And I loved every song on the playlist. 

I sat down on the couch, humming along with a song playing from the speakers. Porter texted me around 8 this morning before I left for my classes saying that he would get here around 4, which it already almost was. I should get up and get dressed considering I was just laying around in a pair of shorts and an old tee, but I was currently too excited to move. (Or lazy. Probably lazy.)

Porter wasn't coming straight to my apartment, but I was meeting up with him at his and we had plans to go get food somewhere and just walk around and talk. I couldn't honestly ask for anything more. I just wanted to talk and be with him. I was tired of seeing his face through a screen; I just wanted to see him firsthand and hug him and kiss him for myself.

Work and school had preoccupied most of my time at the moment, and was getting more and more demanding as I realized the difficulty level of my classes that I had chosen for the semester. It probably wasn't the brightest idea to select Advanced Editing & Design, Writing Mechanics, and Philosophy all for the first part of the year. I spent several hours a night just studying notes I had scribbled in class, trying to find out what my horrible handwriting read. It's kind of funny how as a Journalism major I can't even decode my own writing.

I decided to get up and go brush my teeth and get dressed. It took an immense effort, for me to finally get off the couch, but as soon as I did, one of my favorite songs came up on the playlist. My body moved with the beat as I danced and tried to sing along with the lyrics horribly. "We can fight anything that we can use, all I do is just for you.."

My voice sounded like a wounded animal. I cringed at the sound of it contrasted with the lead singer's voice. Good thing I didn't have a job in the music industry. 

"It sounds fine to me."

I flipped around, hearing a familiar voice. "Holy shit. Porter?" He stood there, looking just as tired as I expected him to be - but with an expression of complete happiness and relief. His eyes ran over me, from my head all the way down to my feet. "You look even more beautiful than you looked two months ago. How is that even possible?"
I ran to him, throwing my arms around his body. He enveloped me in his frame, planting kisses on my head while I laughed, finally able to hug him after waiting so long. I had dreamed of him for ages and now he was finally here.

Suddenly he was hoisting me up over his shoulder, his large hands tossing me up there like I was nothing. I squealed as he took me over to my couch and sat down, placing me in his lap. His hands threaded through mine, and I had a chance to look at the beautiful face of a guy I had the pleasure of calling mine. I know I'm sappy. But no one could take this happiness away from us.
He pressed his lips to mine and memories of what felt like long ago came flooding back through my brain. I blushed as it got deeper, his hand pressing into my thigh. I missed his touch and the warm feeling of his smooth hand intertwined with mine. He kissed me softly, a little bit of stubble brushing my cheeks which caused me to giggle. He smiled at me curled up on his lap against his side. "You look like a snail," Porter said, poking my arm.