I’M NOT READY FOR THESE EMOTIONS BUT LETS DO THIS
You’re not ready to let go of Luke in the early morning as he tries to roll out of bed to get ready for the airport. “Babe, you have to let me get ready.” he whispers into your hair, holding in a giggle. You clutch his forearm closer to your chest as you sigh heavily, “I know, I just… I’m never ready to say goodbye to you.” your throat closes up, making your words sound more strangled than they already are on top of your morning voice. Luke wipes a tear away from your face that you didn’t realize was there as he pulls you up in a sitting position. “Oh, princess…. What can I do to make you stop crying?” He coos at you. “For one, Hemmings, you can stop talking to me like I’m a child,” you say with a tiny laugh, “Give me your arm again.” “Babe, c’mon I’ve got a plane to catch in less than an hour.” He whines like the big baby he actually is. You give him your best pouty eyes and say in a sweet voice “It’ll make me feel better about you leaving for so long again.” He stares at you for a few seconds before groaning and surrendering his arm to you. You reach over and grab a black pen from your nightstand and scribble on his wrist before letting him go. He flips his arm over to see what words you temporarily stained his skin with, only to find there weren’t any words at all. He looks up at you with his piercing blue eyes, “Your initials.” he states with a smile. You nod and blush, “So you don’t forget about me while you’re gone.” You whisper. “Baby girl I could never forget about you.” He kisses your forehead before going to get ready for the long day of travelling ahead of him.
Just as he’s about to leave, with you still sitting in the same spot earlier that morning, he grabs your arm and the pen from your trembling fingers before delicately writing his own initials down on your arm. “There. So we don’t forget each other.” “Impossible.” you reply before kissing him for the last time in a long while.
Months later you’re standing in the airport, eyes trained on the gate your boyfriend and his band mates are supposed to be coming in from. You see Mikey’s newly dyed black mop first after about 20 minutes of bouncing your leg impatiently awaiting Luke’s return. Immediately after you see your ridiculously tall ball of sunshine and go running to him before you even catch his eye. He opens his arms for you to jump in just in time, nearly knocking him over from the force. “Hey dudebro, long time no see.” You giggle at his silly nickname for you, tears of happiness spilling over onto your cheeks. He reaches up to wipe them away when you see a blob of black on the inside of his wrist. You catch his wrist and pull it away from your damp face to see what was on his pale skin. Your initials. Still? You look up at his face, red tint on his face. “Lucas please tell me you didn’t keep this on your wrist the whole tour? I’d imagine you would have washed it off the first night.” You laugh a little. “I uh-umm. Got it tattooed?” He said quietly, it sounding more like a question than an answer. You grin from ear to ear, tears filling your eyes again as you jump down from his arms. “I get your initials tattooed on my body and you laugh and jump away from me? Jeeze.” You laugh a little harder, rolling up the sleeve of his sweater you wore to the airport. “No, Lucas, I’m laughing because… I got your initials tattooed onto my wrist too.” He smiles broadly, with a hint of relief in his eyes, before pulling you in for a much needed kiss, whispering “We didn’t forget about each other, princess. I don’t think we ever will now.”
THIS IS SO FUCKIN LONG I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND I ALSO CHANGED IT A LITTLE BIT I HOPE THAT’S OKAY GUYS LET ME KNOW HOW I DID PLEASE AND REQUEST MORE PLEASE.