Troye Imagine for pickachuprintedvans
“Wake up, baby.” Troye whispered from the bed next to you. Never before had you wanted the dark to stay longer, the rising sun seemed to be mocking you. In truth you hadn’t slept at all that night, instead you had memorized every part of Troye’s face, trying to keep the image forever in your mind.
“Do you have to go back to Australia?” You whispered, watching his pull on a beanie and baby blue t-shirt. He looked over at you a sad little smirk on his face. “Yes… But, only for two months! Then I’ll be back.” He reassured you, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hand.
Sighing hugely you pulled your legs out of the bed and grab a pair of sweatpants from the floor, they were Troye’s and you could tell he left them their just for you to slip on, when you turned around and he was smiling at you. “You’re beautiful. You know that?” He stated, it was a normal thing for him to tell you but you could still feel the blush rise to your face, as you stared down at your feet. His hand tilt up your chin, “Come on, I can’t miss this flight too.”
It was a chilly morning, and you shivered in the car, Troye opened the door to your car dashing back inside. ‘What in the world is he doing’ you wondered to yourself. He ran back outside shutting the door behind him. “Here you go, babe.” He said draping one of his zip up hoodies over your shoulder. “Thanks.” You said, smiling your hundred watt smile at him.
The drive to the airport felt like a normal car ride, even though it was five in the morning, and the last time you would see Troye’s gorgeous face in person, for at least two months. The letter in tucked in the waist band of your shorts, under Troye’s sweatpants felt like it was burning a hole in your side.
After parking and walking into the airport, you were forced to say your goodbye’s to the love of your life. If had been nearly a year that you two had been dating, but a meaning full “I love you” had never been uttered, as he pulled away from a long kiss, you pulled the letter from your waistband.
“What’s this?” He asked, playfully snatching it from your hand.
“Don’t read it until you’re on the plane, okay?” You asked him, biting your lip.
“Ugh, but the suspense…” He sighed, “But… Anything for you.” He finished winking at you, and grabbing you by the waist.
One last kiss and he was walking away from you, you watched him saunter down the corridor, his luggage behind him.
Back in the car, you let a few tears fall from your eyes. Not only in sadness but in the uncertainty of the letter you had handed Troye. On the last line was something you had wanted to tell him since your first date.
“I love you, Troye… To the moon and back.”
Silently sobbing in your car, the vibration of your phone made you jump. The text was from Troye, your hands shook as you opened the message.
“I love you too. To the moon and back.”