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The quiet humming over the tour bus filled your ears as you laid in the nearly-too-small bunk. Your body was pressed against Shawn’s while he held his arms around your waist, keeping you from sliding off the edge. His hand rubbed up and down your back, drawing shapes and different patterns. Neither of you said anything. You let the silence hang over you like a blanket, not quite sure what to say in this moment. You laid still, just taking in the sweet scent of Shawn with every breath.
Your fingers traced gently over his tattoos. Even in the dark, you knew every curve and line to the drawings, memorizing them with every trace. Shawn’s grip suddenly tightened as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You looked up at him as he removed his lips from your head. Even without being able to see the details of the face, you knew he looked upset. You knew his eyebrows were furrowed together. You knew he was biting his lip, a habit he had when something was on his mind.
You moved one of your hands to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushed against the soft skin slowly, feeling his face lean into your hand. You let a frown form on your face, thinking to yourself how this would be the last time for several months you would get to share a moment like this.
Shawn leaned his head down, resting his forehead on yours. Neither of you moved, just looking at each other, taking each other in. He closed his eyes while inching his lips closer to yours. You moved the rest of the way, pressing your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t needy or hungry. It was a lingering kiss, neither of you daring to move away from each other. His soft lips continued to move against yours for just a second before drawing away, resting his forehead against yours once again.
You didn’t need to ask him. You knew what was wrong. You felt the same way. You never wanted to leave the soft, warm embrace of his arms. You didn’t want to go months without seeing the way his face lit up when he was excited. You didn’t want to leave.
Shawn’s voice broke through the heavy cloud of silence that had been lingering for too long. His voice was quiet and cracked, showing that he was truly upset.
“I’m gonna miss you.” His voice was just above a whisper. The words were only meant for you to hear. You nodded your head in agreement, moving it back down to lay on his chest.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, making you look up.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Shawn,” you said back, a small smile growing on your face.
“I don’t want you to go home,” he almost whined. You felt bad. You wanted to stay. You would do anything to be able to, but you knew you had to finish school.
“I’m not going home,” you stated simply, confusing Shawn.
“Yes you are. You’re leaving me.” You could see the pout forming on his lips, making your heart drop to your stomach.
“I’m leaving, but I’m not going home. You’re my home. I’m just going somewhere that you won’t be,” you whispered, moving your hands to brush through his hair gently.
“It isn’t the same,” he said in the same whining voice.
“I’m going to miss you so much. And I hate having to leave you. But no matter where I go, you’re my home,” you said, snuggling into his chest even further.
You two sat in silence again for what felt like hours. Neither of you said anything. Neither of you moved. You two laid in the darkness, just enjoying each others presence. You laid on him, memorizing the feeling of his body under yours. The feeling of his hands running through your hair. It was something you wanted to remember when you left.
“(Y/N)?” He asked like before, making you look up and hum in response.
“You’re my home, too.”