Delightful One Shots to a Hellish Extent [Lewis Capaldi]

Hold Me While You Wait

Prompt: Lewis is about to start his six-month tour, meaning it's the end of his relationship with his girlfriend. But what happens when neither of them have the balls to do it?

~won't you stay a while~

"We can't avoid the talk forever, you know," Lewis mumbled softly.

I knew he was right. This was something we had both decided a couple months ago, but neither of us was able to go through with it. We kept pushing it further and further, reminding ourselves that we still had plenty of time before things were too late.

Well, that time was almost up. Lewis was starting the first leg of his six-month tour next week and my first semester of college was just around the corner. Long distance was not something we wanted to try. There was no point. It never worked out for anybody else... why would it for us? It would just put a strain on the relationship, so we both agreed to end it before the tour started.

"I know," I sighed softly, looking down at the ground.

We were currently in Lewis's room. He was leaning against the bedframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He had a soft frown on his face; his strawberry-blond hair sticking up on all sides, but also somehow resting perfectly on his forehead. He really pulled together that messy bedhead look. His soft blue eyes met mine and we held each other's gaze.

"So...," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. "Who's it going to be?"

Tears filled in my eyes and I shook my head, unable to utter a single word. Lewis noticed and his frown grew bigger. He held open his arms and said gently, "Hey... come here."

I quickly walked over and buried my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. He swayed us from side to side, gently shushing me. I sniffled and shut my eyes, letting the tears roll down my cheeks. This might have been one of our last embraces, which just made me cry harder.

"It's going to be fucking chaos when it's over, huh?" Lewis chuckled softly.

I looked up at him, the tears still streaming down my cheeks. I gave him the stink eye and miserably mumbled, "Now's not the right time to be saying jokes, Lew."

"It's always a good times for humour, love," Lewis shrugged. "It got you to smile a bit, didn't it?"

"Maybe..."

"Then it was worth it," Lewis replied, cracking a smile.

I let out a sigh and shut my eyes. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Lewis's heartbeat against my chest. He was trying to remain calm, but I could tell he was also panicking on the inside. This was not going to be an easy task.

"How are we supposed to say goodbye to an entire year? Just like that?" I questioned.

"We find a way, somehow," Lewis shrugged. "It's going to be difficult... but we can get through this. Hell, maybe I can even write a song about–"

"Don't you dare," I cut him off, smacking his chest. "I want only happy songs about me. If you write a sad song, I'll sue you."

"I'd like to see that," Lewis laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.

I let out a small laugh and he beamed. He pecked the top of my head and whispered softly, "There's my happy girl."

And that set me off once more. He groaned and his grip tightened around my waist. "Babe, please don't cry. Pretty please?"

"I can't do this," I shook my head. I looked up at him once more and noticed he now had tears in his eyes as well. He was starting to get choked up. "I can't be the one to end it. I'm so sorry, Lew. I just can't. Not right now anyways..."

"We're running out of days, darling," Lewis sighed.

"Why don't you do it?"

"We've been over this," he sighed, "I'm just as bad as you at this. You think you're going to cry? I'll drown you in a pool of my tears, love."

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Fuck indeed," Lewis nodded.

"We still have four more days...?" I suggested softly. "Do we want to push it off one last time?"

"One last time," he nodded. "But I mean it, we can't do this again. The next time I see you, we need to end it once and for all. We can't keep hurting ourselves more by pushing it off. It's not healthy. I need a few days to try and heal before the tour starts, yeah?"

"Oh... yeah," I frowned once more. "I guess we really do need to end it today. I can't be selfish about this. Fuck. Okay. Uh... Lewis, I'm– I need a while to think about what to properly say here. I'm sorry..."

Lewis could see how much I was struggling with saying the words. He looked at his bed and then back at me. "Why don't we have one last cuddle?"

"That sounds heavenly."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bed. He laid down on the left-hand side and I laid down beside him. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me; our legs naturally entangling themselves in one another. I could feel his chest rise up and down. It was such a familiar feeling that I absolutely loved, and was going to miss dearly. I tried to open my mouth, but no words came out.

Lewis rubbed the left side of my hip encouragingly. He looked down at me and gave me a soft smile. "Don't worry about it right now, let's just... enjoy the moment. Enjoy the cuddle."

And that's what we did. For the entire afternoon. We just laid there, in each other's arms, enjoying our last few moments together before the end. We didn't bother going on our cell phones. We didn't even watch TV, which was our usual go-to. Instead, we took a small nap, enjoying our bodies pressed against each other.

A few hours later, I woke up to the soft sound of Lewis's snores. I noticed his grip has loosened around me, and I snuggled up to him even more. He didn't wake up; it was almost impossible to wake him up. I stared softly at his face and admired all his little features. The multitude of light freckles displayed all over face. His 'feminine-like' – his words, not mine – nose that I always loved to boop every so often. His beautiful blue eyes that were hiding underneath his eyelid; his eyelashes fluttering softly in his sleep. His pink soft lips slightly parted. His uncontrollable, strawberry-blonde hair sticking up on all sides of his face. He looked absolutely perfect.

I knew this was our last moment together. I shut my eyes as a single teardrop fell down my right cheek. I then took him in for the last time, before slowly getting up, grabbing my things and leaving his house. For good.