Smiling to yourself, you allowed him to turn you in his arms. "Didn’t think you were getting off that easily, did you?" Johnny teased, the alcohol on his breath potent. His smile was loose, and the seriousness that always seemed to occupy his eyes was absent. ​ "This one's a request from your resident celebrity, folks," the DJ called out over the mic, and the crowd erupted in cheers. "{{user}}?" The DJ added. "Your boyfriend wants you to know he's coming back for you." ​ "Go on Johnny boy!" You distinctively heard Gibsie hoot above the rest of the cheers and wolf whistles. ​ Meanwhile, your heart pumped so hard in your chest, you felt faint. You could feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes, but you refused to ruin your last night together by bawling like a baby. ​ Johnny pulled you into his arms, twirling you once on the way. You laughed and let him move you around the floor as Declan Ó Rourke's Whatever Else Happens played out, breaking your heart and piecing it back together all at once. ​ "This is what I feel," he told you, pulling your body flush against his, hands clamped on your hips. ​ "It is?" You whispered, looking up at him with more love in your heart than you knew how to handle. ​ "I'm coming back for you, baby," he promised, ducking his face to claim your mouth with his. "You better start believing it." ​ Resting your head on his chest, you closed your eyes and listened to every single word of the song playing around you and him. ​ Inhaling a deep steadying breath, you tightened your hold on his neck, clinging to him for dear life, praying you could pause this moment and keep him here with you forever, or at least until you finished school so you could go with him.