chris was about to leave on the road for 2 months, on his tour with his brothers. he was so excited. seeing all his fans, going on stage, travelling around america. but he would miss you so much. he didn’t know how he was going to survive, he was with you 24/7, always holding your hand, touching your thigh or literally hanging onto you like a koala. every day for 3 whole years.

he didn’t really tell you how much he was worried about missing you, and you didn’t sense it for a while leading up to it. until it was the day before and he literally followed you everywhere, the shops, to get your nails done, making lunch, and even going to the bathroom. he’d just be waiting out the door.

you were starting to notice these small things, and you were getting worried. but whenever you brought it up he’d just deny it completely. he always had this attitude of being so tough and that he didn’t need a girl in his life at all times. he wanted you to think he was unbreakable. but deep down you wanted him to just let his feelings out for once. but you knew that’d never happen.

now it was getting late on the day before he left. you were making dinner, stirring up some spaghetti. he was sitting at the bench behind you. just yapping at you. letting the words, that hardly made sense, spill out. you decide to quickly run upstairs and get a hoodie before you serve up your dinner. you walk down the hallway and you hear footsteps running behind you. and there was chris. holding your hand.

“wait don’t just leave me.” he basically yelled. you were literally going upstairs for five minutes to get a hoodie. it’s not like you were never coming back.