Goodbye... For real.

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Nash stands there, looking at me with eyes that had every emotion under the sun…

His facial expression killed me… It k.i.l.l.e.d. me.

He slowly walks towards me, he stands a few feet in front of me, at this point we were both attempting to hold back the tears but they were rolling down our cheeks one, immediately followed by the other.

He then lunged and wrapped his arms around me, mine; wrapped tightly around his waist.

We cried… Me on his chest, his on my shoulder.

"I don't want you to leave me." He bawled.

"I don't want you to leave me." I cried even harder

"I'm gonna miss you." I cried

"I'm gonna miss you more." He cried also

"I love you." He said clear as day.

He says that to all his fans. But this 'I love you' sounded, COMPLETELY different. And I guess the guys noticed it too because I could hear them all gasp.

I pull away from him, just far enough that I could rest our foreheads together.

I started into his eyes, my hands on either side of his face, his hands on my waist, him still crying historically

"I love you too." I respond.

He smiles, still crying his eyes out.

"I'm gonna see you soon, okay?" He tells me,

I sniffle and nod my head.

"Last call, boarding flight 119." The intercom says,

We look back into each others eyes and we just stop. He then leans in, giving me the most passionate kiss I have ever witnessed. It was beautiful, it was intense. It was magic.

After a few seconds I pull away.

I let go of Nash, and I walk backwards, I reach the gate, handing the lady my ticket, tears landing on the counter,

"You'll see them soon." She smiles sympathetically. I smile back.

I look back seeing all of them, still in tears.

I give a weak smile, as I begin to walk into the terminal, I turn to face them just as soon as they're out of sight.

I make eye contact with Nash and he mouths the words 'I love you.' I smile and respond with an 'I love you too.' I wave to the rest of the boys, then I turn around and board the plane.

I was the last person on, I could tell they were all angry with me but once they saw the years stinging my face the harsh looks they quickly turned into sympathetic ones. I took my seat next to a couple people, I was too blinded by tears to see who they were. And too heart broken to even care.

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