Prompt= “One more minute ‘cause I don’t wanna go” — Slow
“Where are you going?” I walked into my bedroom that I shared with my fiancee, Y/n, to find her packing a bag.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, making me look closer at the items she was shoving into the duffel bag. “You are.”
I knew that I was leaving that night to catch a flight to LA where I needed to meet with someone about a new upcoming solo and video contract. Even though that was good news, it didn’t register as that to my fiancee. “What’s going on?”
She sighed, finally standing up to look at me in the eye. “You’re going on tour. Again.” Deflated, she plopped down on the bed, sadly glancing at all the reminders of me she would have once I left. “You don’t know how hard it, Liam.”
I sat next to her, placing my hand on her knee. “Babe, I get it. You don’t like when I’m gone.”
“That’s not the point, Liam.” Her hazel eyes mirrored her loneliness back at me. The reflection of myself in them was blurry as a single tear fell down her cheek. “You’re always gone.”
I took her hand in mine, scratching my hand on the diamond that I had given her about six months ago. I squinted my eyes, preparing myself for what was about to come after my question. “Is this about the wedding?”
That stuck a nerve. Her eyebrows furrowed together. Eyes turned from depressed to just straight up fucking pissed. She erupted with rage, jumping off the bed and turning to glare at me. She threw her arms over her head and yelled, “Well, dammit, Liam! How the fuck are we supposed to have the perfect wedding when you’re never here to help me plan it!?! I can’t do it all by myself.”
“Babe, you know we can do whatever you want. As long as you’re at the end of the aisle in a beautiful white dress, I couldn’t care less about the cake or where the guests sit.”
She rubbed her hands down her face. “You don’t get it.” She bent down in front of me so she could look directly into my face. “Liam, this is a COUPLE’S activity. Planning a night where I will become YOUR WIFE. You need to be involved in more than just signing a check!”
I pulled her face against mine, lips locking. When we pulled apart, her tears were back, but replaced with anger instead of sadness. “I promise that after this trip to LA, I will be more involved. You can even sign me up on Pinterest if you want me to start looking at tuxes for the guys.”
She took me to the airport that night, holding my hand tight. I was taking a red eye to escape the crowds but also so I wouldn’t have too much jet lag. She walked me to security, then wrapped her arms around my neck. My agent was escorting me the rest of the way. He was standing on the opposite side of the body scanner. He waved when he saw us approaching the TSA agent.
“Babe, I love you.” Y/n whispered in my ear as I held her body against mine.
“I love you, too, honey.” I kissed her cheek, rubbing her back.
From the other side of the security line, my agent yelled, “Come on, Liam! We have a plane to catch!”
I pulled myself away from her to call back to him. “One more minute ‘cause I don’t wanna go.” I looked back down at Y/n, cupping her face. “I never want to leave you, babe.“
