Six months. That's how long it would be before Emma Payne would see her husband again. She knew that having the wedding the day before he left for tour was a bad idea. The previous day had already been so emotional. But Liam had insisted on being married before he left. He didn't want to have to wait to make her his. But now it was over and he was leaving and what of he met someone who could make him happier than she could?
Liam scoffed at her when she voiced those concerns. The thought of taking anyone else as his own was absolutely ridiculous to him. Emma was all he could see anymore.
He knew she was taking this hard. And in all honesty, he was too. He couldn't imagine being away from her. Waking up alone every morning. Deprived of kisses. Unable to run his fingers through her silky blonde hair or feel the warmth of her hand clasped tightly in his. Sure he had Niall, who was always good for a cuddle when he was down, but Liam couldn't make love to Niall.
He had definitely entertained the thought of begging her to join him, but he knew that would be unfair to her. She had university to think about, not to mention a new job. Maybe during the summer, when she didn't have classes and could take some time off work, but she had exams coming up and couldn't afford to miss them. So he never asked. And he spent the entire day pretending to be strong as she helped him pack his things. Trying desperately to act like the thought of being so far away from her didn't make his body ache. That the idea of not kissing her sweet lips didn't make him want to lock them inside third bedroom together and never come out.
It was while he was digging through his closet looking for a few shirts to take that he found his Batman shirt. That shirt had become more hers than his in few months they had been together. He brought the soft material to his face, rubbing it against his cheek and burying his nose in the folds. It smelled like her and only her. That was the moment his facade began to crumble. He sat on the floor, face pressed into the shirt, sobs ripping through his body. Thank god she had gone out for Starbucks because the last thing he needed was for her to see him like that. He pushed himself up off the floor, stumbling blindly over to their large comfy bed and tossed himself upon it, pulling the sheets over his body and hugging her pillow tightly. Despite the fact that he knew he needed to finish packing, he just couldn't do it. All he wanted was to surround himself in Emma.
He had no idea when he fell asleep or how long he had stayed like that, but a little while later he felt a gentle finger caressing his cheek and his eyes slowly opened to find her cuddled up into his chest.
His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Emma's heart gave an unpleasant squeeze at the sight and it took everything in her not to burst into tears right there. She leaned her face in to his, their noses and lips brushing softly.
"I love you so much, Liam." she whispered. A small smile played I his lips before he pressed them against hers, wrapping his arms securely around his body.
"I love you too Emma. More than you will ever understand. I don't know how I'm going to survive without you."
