i remember the night at the hotel, i was riding in the car when we both fell, i'm the one on the phone as you whisper, “do you know how much i miss you?”

you were no stranger to getting random calls in the middle of the night from your boyfriend.

walker travelled a lot for his show, currently in canada now, so there was always a time difference. but he didn’t care—he shamelessly called you (even if it was three am at his time) just so he could catch you before you went to bed.

he just missed your voice. and your face. and maybe just you in general.

like now, when a familiar buzzing came from your phone. you picked it up, seeing his name flash across the screen, and picked up.

“hiiii pretty,” he said through the phone, his head perched on his hands, resting his elbows on the table beneath them. “d’you know how much i miss you?”