The elevator finally dings, opening on my floor. That ride felt like ages, especially after such a long day. But, then again, every day on tour somehow always feels like 24 years instead of 24 hours.

Today is a bit different, though. Because today you were absent for most of it.

You and I have been together since the One Direction days, 3 years now. You’ve stuck by me through a lot. From the ending of the band, to venturing out into my solo career, your support has been endless. As has your love.

But…something’s been off lately. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but you’ve been distant. I’ve been trying to be there for you as much as I can, but It’s hard with my schedule, especially on tour. It’s exponentially harder since you’ve never been one to truly be vulnerable with your emotions.

That’s why I was surprised when you told me you’d be skipping the show tonight for a night in at the hotel. It was a vulnerable thing for you to admit, so the depth of it has been plaguing me all day. If you’re usually one to bottle things up then how bad could this be if you finally admitted to needing time alone?

Let’s just say that thought has left me very on edge all day. Not even the distraction of the show could help. That’s why my hand is so hesitant to reach out and open our room door.

It pushes open slowly and I step inside, noting the fact that all the lights are off. Maybe you’re asleep already? I creep quieter into the room, just incase.

My steps come to a quick halt when I hear a small sniffle, and then my instincts kick in. Rushing further into the room, I spot you. You’re curled up in the center of the bed, the moonlight illuminating the tear tracks on your face.

I drop all of my things and hurry toward the edge of the bed. “Hey, hey, hey…” I kneel down, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face. “Baby… What’s going on?”