One Band. One Dream. One Direction

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Liam has been acting extremely strange with you lately. You were staying at his place one night. He had to leave to go on tour is 5 days and you two spent every second together. You were putting on one of his t-shirts as he laid in his bed and watched you change. You turned around and saw his eyes were glassy, meaning he was on the verg of tears.

"Liam…baby whats wrong?" you asked, making your way towards the bed. He sat up and had his feet resting on the floor boards below his bed. He had his head down low. You had on a t-shirt and your underwear. You were kinda freaked out by his sudden change in his behavior, so you didn’t care about putting on a pair of pants at that moment.

"Liam." you said, tilting his chin up. You were standing right infront of him. Even with him sitting, his head was as tall as your chest. A tear escaped his right eye. He pulled away, not wanting you to see it. You tilted his chin back up and wiped it away. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest. You put your arms around his neck and  bent your head down so it rested ontop of his and stood there, confused and concered as to why he was actin this way. You smiled at the scent of his hair filling your nose. Quiet sobs excaped his mouth a few times. You pulled your head away from where it was resting on his head and looked down.

"Liam…" you said, trying to get him to say something.

"I…I’m gonna miss you so much baby." he said before he started bursting out into tears. He was crying now like there was no tomorrow. His grip on your waist tightened and he dug his head deeper into your chest.

"Liam, babe." you said, hugging his neck into your arms again. He cried and cried, not holding any of his emotions in. 

"Baby, I know. I know. But, it’ll go by fast. Your gonna have so much fun!" you managed to say, trying to cheer him up. You hated seeing him like this. He always did this before he left and it tore you apart inside but you had to stay strong for him. You felt your eyes swell up with water.

"Baby..please don’t cry." you whispered into his hair. He held you close as the tears continued to excape from his eyes. You rocked his head back and forth, trying to calm him down.

"Baby…" he whispered into your chest. He pulled away and looked at you. His eyes were puffy and red. Your shirt was soaking wet from his tears. You have never seen him cry this much before.

"Yes?" you said, softly stroking his cheek, drying the water stains off.

"I..I love you…so much." he said before pulling you into another hug and resting his head on your chest again.

"I love you too baby." you said. You pulled away and sat down on the bed next to him. He rested his head on your shoulder, while the tears kept on coming. You put your hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to face you.

"Your gonna go with your four best friends, and sing your amazing songs that you guys have worked so hard on…and Your gonna entertain alot of fans, and sign a while bunch of autographs! And eat different foods, and…babe your gonna have a blast!" you said, starring him in those big, brown eyes of his (that were now turning red) trying to cheer him up.

"But..you won’t be there." he said, looking down at his lap as another tear escaped his eyes.

"No..I won’t. But, when you come home, I wanna hear all about it! Every little detail!! I wanna know everything from the second you get on the plane, every thing you do the 3 months inbetween, and I even wanna know about the plane ride home!" you said, smiling at him, allowing the tears to escape your eyes. He looked up and smiled. He leaned in and gave you a kiss. You laided back on the bed, resting your back on the headboard.

"Come’ere" you said, motioning him over to were you were sitting. He did as he was told and rested his head on your chest, with his arms wrapped around you. You held him tight like he was a little baby and let him cry himself to sleep. You ended up fallin asleep with him, as the moonlight shined through the open window, with the slightly cold breeze blowing by.

-Muskaan xx

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