Home (One-Shot)
Fanfic Title: Home
Author:Chubbycheeks215
Rating: Everyone
Pairing:Up to the reader, no names have been written.
Chapter: One-Shot
Summary: There are always stages in love, where you meet, fall in love and of course you would expect a happy ending? Well theres been a bit of a hold up on that one. 31/2 pages >.< I am horrible at one-shots so I hope it isn’t THAT bad.
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Here we are, sitting in silence finding difficulty to bring the words out. Side by side in a row of benches that never seemed to end. The warmth of your body was radiating off onto me, keeping me warm from the cold air that was swirling around softly hitting my skin. We both sit watching the thousands of people rush by in all directions as we listen to the announcements echoing throughout from the speakers above us. I watched the scene of a married couple meet at the gate. The wife’s face seemed to light up and shine as she let go of her bag, letting it fall to the ground beside her, within seconds she was fast on her feet sprinting towards him. He in return held his arms wide open waiting for the warmth to engulf him in. They collide into one another and stay there for quite sometime. Each scene that unfolded before me had me thinking the thoughts I was trying to run from. I was actually hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with them until after the event.
Most likely, he was having the same thoughts. I look down to the realization that my knuckles have turned white, due to the time passed since I clenched them to the ends of my white polka dotted green skirt. A gift from him a while back. I refuse to look to my right, to see how real this all was. To see how it really was happening, and there was no stopping it. But my eyes can’t help but catch a glimpse of the wheels that were now carrying everything. Every memory, every touch, every scene or smell. Soon enough these wheels will roll away to a very far distant place. A place that I can’t follow it to. I slowly unclench my fists to revel the now very obvious crinkled ends of my skirt. Why did it all have to come down to this? To meeting, to falling, to unfair punishments....and soon...to goodbye. Our meeting was a lot like this, me sitting quietly and clenching the ends of my shirt, something very common to see from me when I’m frustrated or upset. Then he came up and sat beside me, started some odd and idiotically stupid conversation. Somehow though it was cute, the amount of effort he put in to cheer up a stranger like me.
The falling for was a little bit of a different situation, it was an odd one to tell the truth. I was standing on top of the roof feeling the cool breeze hit my face and wash away all my worries. Strangely enough he was below that building looking up at the sky and spotted me standing on the top. He sprinted up to the top floor and onto the roof, spouted out some nonsense on how life may be hard but doing something like this is just stupid. He was, in simple terms a very innocent dork. At that moment something changed between us. He was something special, very special. Who would have ever thought we came from the same world? The world of entertaining others that treated us as though we were possessions to be owned and put in a glass casing. A world of unfair judgements with unfair punishments for unfair rules. Stupid rules. How is falling for someone a crime? Well we aren’t normal people in their eyes, so practically we wouldn’t have normal rules. My god how much I felt I was in some kind of modern day Romeo and Juliet.
I bring all my strength out to only manage something tat could barely be considered a whisper. “I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be back in only a few minutes” I told him. Most people would have not heard me, but he did, I know he did. It was one of the many things that made him special. He always heard me, no matter how low, or how loud or surroundings were, always. Because of this, I didn’t bother to look at him before I got up to go. It worked in my favor, I needed time to build up my courage. The sooner I have to face him the less time I will have to prepare myself making it just more possible for me to break down. And by all means I will do anything to make sure I won’t, at least not before goodbye has to come. My steps felt heavy as I made my way to the lady’s room. Each step was harder, as if my ankles were being tied to a wall and I was defying the force of the rope that was pulling me back. I look at myself in the mirror that was mounted to the wall. My boots all laced up properly to the perfect length below my knees. The grey thigh high socks were hugging my legs, keeping them warm from the air conditioner that was blasted in the bathroom more so than it was in the lobby. Of course just as I thought my skirt was visibly crinkled at the ends, the lines made by my fists folded above the ones below it. My plain white t-shirt tucked in my skirt hardly working as any protection of warmth. His body warmth that radiated off onto me was so much help when I had this shirt on. My hand was now clenched onto the handle of my black never ending marry poppins hole of a bag. To lazy to work with my hair this morning, it really wasn’t important compared to everything going on. It just lay loosely on my back straight as always with my bangs in my eyes, he always said I should trim them frequently.
My face was pale and showed the lack of sleep I have had. My skin tone was always very light but it was a different type of white, a very tired white. The usual large brown eyes I had were droopily hanging half closed tired and stressed, my plump lips now abused from all the biting I had to go through. Sighing I desperately try to fix myself up with in the next 2 minutes. Running my fingers through my hair, splashing my face with cold water in hopes that it would make me look a little more awake and healthy. Pinching my cheeks to get it a little bit of a healthy red color to my face. Last thing, smile. Smile even if it’s hard, because it will make it easier for him. I walk out of the lady’s room. Preparing to walk back to my seat on the bench, my seat beside my warmth. Not wanting to waste anymore time than has been wasted, I start to walk a little faster, a little less like a zombie. The clicking of my boot’s heels could be heard as they made contact with the marble shiny floor below me. I’m met with an empty bench. Panic rushes through me and I can’t stop the tears that were rushing down my plump red cheeks. If only, if only I had stayed, If only I at least said something anything to him before he left. Then maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone.
“Crouching down in a ball in front of so many people isn’t a very pretty sight.” The voice...the extremely familiar voice. I feel my body react on it’s own lifting itself up. I can already hear that obnoxious snicker from behind me. “If you were going to cry this hard shouldn’t you have not ignored me the few days we had left?” His oh so arrogant voice rang. And so I turn around, ready to face him and make a snide remark like I would always, but today is different. Today I turn around smiling and finding his arms wide open waiting, just like that married couple earlier. I run into his arms and cry. Cry so hard the whole lobby could hear me. I don’t care, I just hold on tight before I have to let go. I hold on tight to try to memorize this feeling for a lifetime.
It was embarrassing to sit on his lap in front of so many people, so many strangers who probably knew us. You could hear the whispers already. The tragic love story of the two forbidden idols. The star crossed lovers. It was just to cruel, to send him overseas with he excuse of it’s for him to train. Learn a new language learn things there and become popular there. When the we found out about it my heart clenched, it felt like someone just ripped my heart out then stomped all over it. So when I came to the decision that I just could not live without him, that life without him would be black and white they all told me I was not allowed to. That if I went it would be a breach of contract, a stupid contract I signed with stupid people. I was told that she had 3 more years before she could escape. That night I cried and huddled under my covers just waiting for morning to come. So when it didn’t and sleep just wouldn’t come afraid of finding out he left already when I would wake up fear pulsed all throughout. Before my mind could comprehend anything, he was right in front of me panting just like I was. In the middle of any empty street at night they were the only ones, oh how much I wished time could stop there in his arms, the world quiet with no one to bother them or scold them. It hurt, it really hurt.
Snapping back into reality I looked down at the triumphant face of my boyfriend. the pride it held as he looked at her, giving her a reassuring smile. trying to tell that it was okay, that on the end he will come back. No matter how he looked at her, no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t the same as before, with one look she would calm down. How could he expect her to though? He was going, leaving, leaving her behind. She did something she would never do, but this time was special and so special things happen. I leaned down until my lips softly touched his, at first of course he didn’t move, after all this was very unlike me. Slowly he responded and I made sure to whisper an I love you in between. This moment was like heaven. I was in his arms, and no one, not even the ones who have torn us apart can stop us. The idea of so many people watching us was no longer bothering me, let them watch, let them all see just how much I loved this conceited, arrogant, self centered, dork. Let them witness my love for him.
So when it was time to say goodbye, I get up off of his lap and grab a hold of his hand. Walk him towards the gate, then stop. “Do you think if I wasn’t who I am right now, and you weren’t who you are right now, that maybe we could have stayed together?” He looked at me with a soft smile, making me more anxious for his answer. “So?” I ask him. “No, I don’t think so. Because, I believe that no matter what type of life we live, or what circumstances we were to meet in, we would have still met and we will still get our happy ending. This isn’t a final goodbye. Take this as a test of our love, and how strong it is. I know we will overcome this. They can’t keep me there forever, and they can’t keep you tied down forever either.” He wiped away the tears I hadn’t noticed I shed, put his forehead against mine as he looked at me, leaned down and kissed me. When his arms finally let go off me, it felt cold. The warmth I had was now walking away. Each step he took, made me just that much closer to breaking down. As he disappeared through the gate and into the crowd I couldn’t help but let out a scream, a scream that I knew he heard, because he always hears me. No matter how low, or how high the surroundings were, he always heard, always. So this time was no different as I shouted out those words. I love you
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That was three years ago. The uneasiness that had built up within me these past years are loosening up. To others 3 years may be considered nothing, to me those 3 years I spent without him were like days that never had an ending. There were time I honestly considered just braking that contract, just get sued, how much worse could it be than being without the one I love most? I knew better though, that doing that would only cause all his efforts to go to waste. Not once have I been able to see his face since that day...not once. We both had come to an agreement that seeing one another’s face’s would only make it harder. I wonder how weird I look now? 12 hours on a airplane without any stops can really stress a person out.
I have already bubbled myself up in my own thoughts. The buzzing noises of all the people rushing around me was ignored. Right now, at this very moment, the only thing I can hear are my light clicking noises that seemed to echo from my heels. My hair was down and curly, something that I couldn’t prevent. It is the only hair style that wouldn’t get messed up during the ride. It may sound shallow, but appearance counts a LOT to me. I unconsciously clench the hem of my shirt, as my other hand grips the handle to my luggage. No, I can’t, I can’t be scared now. I just repeat to myself, he still loves you. Slowly I open my eyes.
Carefully, my eyes scan the area around me behind my oh so wonderfully handy sunglasses. No one. I should have known. Known that he probably has given up on me, the so idiotic careless me that let our relationship slip out into the public to begin with. Before I know it, I’m facing the ground with my head hung low, ashamed and disappointed. Suddenly a very familiar voice whispers my name, hardly even audible. Wanting to make sure, to prove myself wrong and see him standing I snap my head back up.
Arms wide open and a grin plastered on his face. I don’t care who see’s or who knows, I throw my sunglasses off let my bag fall and just run. Run into the arms I planned to stay in for the rest of my life, and no one, not a single person can stop us this time. As I hold on tight to him, he leans down and whispers in my ear “Welcome Home.” I am home now, because home is where my loved one is.