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A smirk spreads across Spencer's face as he leans against the doorframe staring at the beautiful picture in front of him. Long curly hair swaying to the music and the voice coming out. A personal lullaby for him even if it is his own song that's been not been available to the fans.
He has this idea in his head hearing your voice matching his, recording you singing it. It being mixed with his own. He is sure it's just gonna stay an idea. His own heart growing with adoration and pride as he watches the sight before him. The tattoo of his band symbol on the shoulder blade showing from the spaghetti strap shirt.
In a sense, he owns you. Not in a controlling way but in a way that makes him feel confident and prideful. He wouldn't dare let anyone else who isn't you wear his mark like that. His band logo, he knows it's meant for fans but there is a detail there below it no one else would ever get.
You are fully his till the day you die or get it covered up. He hopes that day never comes. He hopes you never let that happen. He hopes it's always there forever.
Spencer cover his mouth to stifle the laugh that comes out when you do your best to imitate his screaming. He swears it's the cutest thing seeing you let out that side out of your body. A true supporter of him, he thinks as he continues to watch.
Turning on your heels, you scream and cover your mouth at the sight of the man before you. A laugh coming from him as you give a dirty glare to him. Silently cursing him out in your mind. It all disappearing as you remember the last time you had seen him.
Running towards him and jumping into his arms, muttering i miss you's and i love you's as he presses a kiss to your neck and moving to your cheek and lips.
"You are home early."
He knows. He couldn't wait to see you any longer. Plus the upcoming tour dates come next week are near the house.
"Loophole."
He sighs and takes note of the small red tint coming to your cheeks as you stare down at him. The warmth of him here, it's surreal. A feeling you haven't felt it seems like in forever. It's a nice feeling, a good one.
"We love loopholes."
"Oh yeah we do."
He chuckles carrying to you to the bedroom.
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Spencer jerks awake. A hand slamming down beside him on the bed. An eyebrow raising as he looks around the bedroom, not seeing the bathroom light on. He swears you had been beside him. He remembers you being beside him. Where were you? Checking the bedside clock, he sighs and reaches to grab his sweat pants. Sliding them on, he makes his way to the living room.
All lights are off. It's unusual. It's dead silent and he feels something is off. It's really off. He doesn't see any of your belongings in the house anymore. He gulps and fights back the tears threatening to fall over. Continuing his search for you, he doesn't understand. You would have told him. It's not like you to disappear like this.
You get so mad at him when he pulls this stunt. You are his little spitfire firecracker and you are always there to set him in his place if he wants to step out of it. He shuffles back to the bedroom and grabs his phone, no new notifications from you.
He is getting angry. He shouldn't. Maybe you just went for a drive. Mind was going in circles and you needed the space, but it doesn't explain why you're stuff is suddenly gone or what you had done. You aren't going through a cleaning spree. So he isn't sure anymore.
Sitting on the bed, he runs his fingers through his messy hair and dials your number. It goes straight to voicemail and he almost swears he hears the front door open. Footsteps shuffling and coming up the stairway. As he hangs up the phone, he slide it in his pocket and heads to the staircase.
His heart breaking a little more when he spots his one of his bandmates coming in and heading to his room. Spencer sighs bringing the phone up to his ear and hoping you would answer but it goes to voicemail again.
"It's Y/N. Leave a message! I'll get back to you soon! If it's Spencer, i love you baby and kill it out there handsome! Can't wait to the details!"
He smiles a sad smile and hangs up the phone, taking a seat on the top step of the staircase.
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"Spence."
"Hmm."
"Spencer. You gotta wake up babe."
His eyes open half way. The voice matching yours, he jerks himself fully awake and his hand comes to grab yours but fails to do so. He frowns.
"What's going on?"
He whimpers.
"Why can't i grab your hand?"
Sighing, he watches you. A confused look on his face, he just wants to hold you. Why can't he? That's all he wants. He wants his girlfriend, that's all.
"Spence. You gotta wake up. Come on."
He stretches for you, "Babe. Why can't i grab you?"
"Y/N! Answer me!"
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"Y/N!"
Spencer jerks awake.
A hand coming to reach out for you but resting along his band mates shoulder. He feels the skin and immediately retreats his hand.
"Come on man. We gotta get you to bed. Come on."
Spencer shakes his head, refusing. He wants you. He won't leave this spot till he can see you.
"Spencer, listen to me. Y/N, she isn't coming home man."
Spencer scoffs and lets out a laugh, shaking his head. Protesting immediately. You would. You wouldn't leave him. It's not meant that way. You loved him and he loves you.
"No. Listen to me, she isn't coming home."
His bandmate sighs. He hates explaining this to him. It's like it happens every single year of the anniversary of your death. Spencer relieves it every single year to the point it reopens the wounds.
"Come on man. I'll explain it as we're getting you to bed. Okay?"
Spencer nods after a few minutes in silence. Allowing his bandmate to grab him and lift him up, his body to weak to move. Deep down, his heart knows already.
