Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

Walking Under Stars

the next three remaining chapters will go down quite brutally. i can't explain how much i appreciate everyone waiting and all of your kind comments/votes/follows. you guys have made this story what it is, and i can't thank you enough for that! i hope this story fulfills your expectations, but if not, then oh well. it might have inspired you somehow. i'll write more of a kind of thank-you-note along with a few other things at the end, but thats about it for now. :) thank you so unbelievably much! here's an extra long chapter for you to enjoy. ;) 

(I'll be editing this over the next few days, because I do realize there are a few grammar/spelling mistakes and a few places where its worded quite funny. thank you!)

The rest of the next few days went by blissfully. I watched Porter perform the shows in Florida with the same level of excitement as before, maybe even more. He did everything with an effortless air to it, like it was easy for him to make music that beautiful. It was enchanting to watch. After the first night, I usually watched on the side of the stage as before, careful not to get in the way of the stage crew. Porter even explained to me one night how his tech-y instrument stuff worked, while I looked on in curiosity. I messed with the vocaloid after understanding how it was used and pressed a few keys on the keyboard. The resulting sound made me regret ever touching his setup. Porter had just cringed at me, a smile playing on his features. "Maybe making music isn't your forte." 

I had grinned back at him, stepping away from the keyboard. "Oh, really? I think that deserves a Grammy." 

We spent our days wandering around and checking out the things to see and do, from shopping in the cities to finding little cafes to eat at. At night we were occupied in venues I'd never imagined going to, but I surprised myself by realizing I wanted to come back. My shy side was stripped away with Porter's hand in mine, as we ventured out and spent hours together, in new places that we hadn't yet explored. When it was time to go back, I was exhausted but content. My eyes struggled to keep themselves open and I could tell Porter felt the same. The car ride was silent aside from our snoring, which I'm sure was soothing to our driver. 

I was quietly shaken awake by Porter, who had been waking me up a lot more often lately. I had found out that I slept a lot later than him. It wasn't that Porter was an early riser, or anything. My night owl personality had really shown through in the past few days, as I stayed up later and fell asleep somewhere between night and morning. There was something about the entire world being asleep except for you that made me want to stay up even more. There were a few exceptions, like now, when I would fall asleep out of just sheer exhaustion.

As I slowly took in my surroundings, I made out Porter trying to hug me goodbye for the night. My eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the city around me as I realized we were on my street already. I reached for his arms and wrapped mine around his chest, feeling his warmth before we would go our separate ways. 

"I'll be back in a week," He whispered softly in my ear. "I love you. Tell Tess and Anton I miss them."

I nodded, kissing him with sleepy eyes and a full heart. "I love you too." 

Porter opened the door for me, as I braced myself against the abrupt chill. I reached for my bag and fumbled for my keys so I could head inside to warmth. My bed was suddenly the most comforable place in the world. As soon as I made it inside, sleepiness overtook me, and I clambered towards my bedroom to place my stuff down. Outside my window, I could just make out the car driving away down the street, leaving my apartment as the moon shone brightly behind it. 

The next week passed by gradually as I adjusted to being back to the same routine, renewed and refreshed by the short vacation and warm weather. I was already nostalgic for the nights spent dancing and kissing. I knew he would be back soon though, and that thought sent my brain into happiness. It was getting closer and closer to the holidays, which meant that I needed to get presents for everyone. Thanksgiving would be spent here, which wouldn't be much, but I would travel back home for Christmas. I had been putting off seeing my family which they had strongly disliked. I knew they figured I was busy with exams and work, but I still needed to make an effort to see them and catch them up on everything. My life was remarkably boring, aside from select parts of it. It was the standard college-kid-trying-to-get-by-but-also-have-fun system.