"Welcome Home" Short Story
(This short story is a quick sequel to my 1D fanfic BREATHE, if you want to read it, the link is below this comment!)
http://mou5ie.tumblr.com/BREATHECharacters
I was greeted by silent darkness that night when I opened the door. I had just landed in the UK after finishing our tour and had taken the first plane home in hopes of seeing him. Alas, he wasn’t home.
I flicked the lights on and shut the door, dropping my bags on the floor. I continue to walk through our flat, turning all the lights on before dropping my keys on the coffee table. Our furniture had a layer of dust coated on top, evidence that neither of us were home recently.
Both of us were internationally famous musicians, signed by the same company but equally as busy with our own activities. We had met when the girl band I had started with my best friends was chosen as an opening act for his already famous boy band. There was obviously an attraction between us but it took a lot of misunderstandings and hurt feelings before we finally got together. After that we bought a flat together, deciding that despite the fact that we almost never see each other, any little time we had to spare should be together.
It was great at first; going out together to buy decorations or furniture and then showing off our cozy abode to our band mates. But after a while, I was constantly being greeted home by nothingness. I’m sure it’s the same for him as well. Our phone calls are hurried and we just never seem to be in the same city at the same time.
I changed out of my clothes and open the closet in search of some clean clothes. A few of our clothes dangled from hangers and one of his old t-shirts caught my eye. I slipped it on, liking the fact that it smelled like him. It was the little things about him that I missed; his deep voice, the pointless stories he told just to tell me about his day, that way his marble eyes lazily twinkled at me, the way he carelessly runs his hand through his curls not caring if his hair stood up, and the way he would just lay next to me in bed idly playing with my fingers. My heart ached for him right now. Was this pain worth it, sometimes?
I could feel sleep overcome me as my eyelids started to feel heavy and I curled up on top of our bed, not bothering to even get under the covers. I don’t know how long I dozed for; but I woke slightly by the sound of the door closing, bags being dropped, and hurried footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I slowly sat up, scratching my neck as I blinked a few times, trying to get some moisture into my dry eyes. Was he home?
I blinked a few more times before my eyes adjusted and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, his face flushed in excitement.
“Hey.” I say back, giving him a sleepy smile. He chuckles to himself before walking towards me and crawling onto bed. He leans forward and rests his head on the crook near my collarbones; his soft curls tickling my cheek.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers slowly as I let myself absorb his scent. “I thought I was going to come back to an empty flat again.”
“I didn’t think I’d see you either.” I said back, running my fingers through his hair. He places his hand on my hip and brings me in closer, hugging me tightly. How many couples were like this? Having to wait so long for each other’s touch? Seeing pictures of each other in tabloid magazines more than in person? Again, I have to ask myself, is this worth it?
He pulls away and lightly kisses the corner of my mouth, his face close lingering so close to mine that I could almost feel the flutter of his lashes. “Welcome home, Yuka.”
I close my eyes and just let the warmth of him take over me. I always ask if it’s worth it, and although moments like this are rare between us. I have to answer that it is worth it. For him, to be with him; it’s worth it all.
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