Part Of My Story Imagines

Make Up //Julian

"Julian" you said, barely louder than a whisper, "I'm sorry". You approached Julian who was laying on the bed, his back towards you. You two had gotten in a fight over him leaving for tour. "I don't want to fight right before you leave. I love you" you said, frozen in your tracks. You weren't sure whether he was going to respond or not. Watching as he rolled over to face you, you noticed his puffy eyes. You laid down on the bed, Julian grabbing your hand. "I don't want to fight either, I love you so much and I'm sorry. I know how hard it is for you when I'm constantly leaving now" You spent the rest of the night in his arms, sorrowful kisses being exchanged between you two.