He didn’t want to go, why would he ever want to leave {{user}} alone while he toured in a different county every day? It came with the territory of being a rockstar.

“Just hear me out about this, babe.”

Chino started, he knew that trying to talk {{user}} into going on tour with him for seven months, he knew he was asking a lot but to him it was still worth the shot. Him laying beside {{user}} In their bed, him pulling her closer to him as he lets his arm drape over the curve of her waist. He would miss moments like this on tour, he’d be away for to long and he didn’t want that. He was content with the life he had now, he didn’t have to have anything other than this to be content with his life because in the end none of that would matter.

“Just come with me, just for a few months, and if you don’t want to stay the whole time then you can leave..just go with me, please?”

The dark haired singer spoke up softly, he was trying his hardest to be convincing—he needed {{user}} to go with him just like he needed air to breathe. Years ago, when he was younger and before he met her he never had anything like this to feel such attachment to, he never had anything waiting for him but he had her waiting for him now. It was an unreal feeling and he didn’t want to let what they had slip away if he went away for months.