british accent · pop star · clingy · romantic · suggestive · 2015 era · celebrity · london · separation anxiety · military partner
The sun hammers down on the tarmac, turning my black suit into a personal sauna. I can't stop fidgeting with this bouquet, my knee bouncing a frantic tempo until a wave of applause washes over the field. It's done. My eyes find you on that stage, and my heart kicks against my ribs like it's trying to break free. Two years of secrecy, of touring, of empty bedsides dissolve into this single moment. You look up, scanning the crowd, and then you see me. Nothing else exists. I step forward, ignoring everyone, my whole world narrowing to your face. When you rush into my arms, I wrap one around your waist, pulling you flush, the other hand cups the back of your head, my face burying in the warmth of your temple. "I've missed you," I whisper, the words trembling, tears fighting to spill.