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"I can't fucking do this anymore!"y/n shouted, throwing the papers across the room, hiding her face in her hands right after.
Another night filled with cries, shouts and utter desperation. With finals coming around and her boyfriend, Brad, away on tour, things were getting hard for her. She barely had time to eat, let alone call or text Brad– not that she would anyway. He was having fun, touring around the world with his best mates and doing what he loves, he didn't need his whiny girlfriend ruining his mood.
He wouldn't be home for another week and honestly, y/n didn't know how much more she could take. Papers, letters, memorizing, degree. That's what was running around her head all day, every day. From her desk to the kitchen and then back to her desk. That's all she did.
And don't get her wrong, she loved what she was studying but being the perfectionist she is, y/n sometimes overstressed herself. And she missed going out and having fun or even watching TV. All of that sounded impossible now.
All of that was new to her. Ever since she started uni, Brad was always there to comfort her, to kiss her temple and tell her that she's going to do amazing, to hug her, to cuddle with her in bed. Brad was always there and now, she was all alone. She slept alone, she didn't have Brad's's voice to listen to. She was drained, stressed and she was missing her love. However, she didn't want to disturb him, even if Brad had repeatedly told her that he would always be there, even if he was half a world away from her.
Snapping her out of her thoughts, her phone rang, causing her to flinch at the loud sound and quickly answered it. She cleared her voice a bit before answering:
"Hello?"
"Hi, babe,"Brad's voice spoke through the phone, messing her head up. Her stomach was instantly filled with the usual butterflies and she wanted to smile but at the same time she wanted to burst out in tears and beg him to come back.
"Oh, hey, B. How's tour?"she asked, deciding against the crying and begging part.
"It's sick, y/n! It's honestly so great, the fans and just everything,"he spoke excitedly and y/n could practically see the huge smile on his face. She was happy for him, she really was. But she was also so exhausted and so lonely that she couldn't lift her lips into a smile.
"I'm glad you're having fun, Brad,"she told him, trying to sound as positive as possible.
"Is anything wrong? You don't sound very well,"Brad noticed.
"Oh, no... no, don't worry. I was just trying to erm, trying to open a box of pasta and I was super focused,"she chuckled and brushed it off as if she wasn't screaming moments ago.
"Ah, okay then. How's the studying going?"
"It's, uh, it's going well. Not too bad at least,"she lied. It was going extremely fucking bad.
"Don't overwork yourself, baby. You got this, I know you do and you should know that too,"he tried to cheer her up but she was only feeling the weight on her shoulders increase.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about me, B. Go have a drink with your friends and say 'hi' to everyone, okay?"y/n spoke cheerfully, ignoring the lump that was forming in her throat.
"Will do, y/n. I love you lots and I wish you were here with me,"Brad said and for some reason, the last part caused y/n to start crying but she was quick to cover it up with a cough.
"Bye, baby. I love you too and I wish I was there too,"she choked out, hanging up and breaking down immediately after.
Brad, on the other hand, did as y/n said and went out to grab a drink, despite his worrying about his girlfriend. He knew something was not okay, he was almost sure of it but he brushed it off just for a couple of hours and had fun with the rest of the boys.
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When the day that Brad would finally come back home arrived, y/n couldn't even be happy due to her lack of sleep and the lack of food in her stomach but no matter how shitty and weak she felt, she still drove to the airport to pick Brad up. I mean, she would do everything for that boy.
Y/n, upon arriving at the airport, wasn't excited to see Brad, she needed to see Brad. She needed to feel his touch and not her computer screen and she needed to hear his real voice not the one coming from the speaker. So when she arrived, a little too early, she hurried to the gate his flight was supposed to come out of and took a seat close to the doors. She kept looking at the flight board intensely, as if that would speed up time and she'd see Brad again.
Once she read that his flight landed, she flew off the chair and to the gate, impatiently waiting to see him. She watched as people got their luggage and reunited with their loved ones. And as a big group of people camo out of the doors, she stood on her tiptoes, trying to spot Brad until her eyes fell on the familiar, brown curls she had dearly missed.
Brad saw her as well and shot her a loving, warm smile but she just stood there with tears rushing down her face as she slowly began to cry harder. Sobs left her mouth; she was just so fucking relieved to see him after so many months. When Brad noticed her state, he shoved his bags to James' hands and run to y/n, wrapping his arm around her waist while holding her head against his chest with the other. He gave her time to get all her cries and sobs out as her body shaking and her knees were getting weaker by the second.
Y/n melted into Brad's touch, not able to stand up by herself. Brad only held her tighter, rubbing his hand on her back and not minding how soaked his shirt was getting. After a couple of minutes, Brad could tell that y/n had calmed down so he cupped her cheeks, making her teary eyes look into his own. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and he began crying again, softer this time.
"I missed you so much,"she croaked.
"I missed you too, y/n. Let's go home now, okay baby?"
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