I sat on the bed, watching as he packed. Every few minutes I would feel him turn to stare at me, but I ignored it. I knew if I looked him in the eyes I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears.
He was leaving. For a good five months, possibly even more. It was his job I know that, but it was the most difficult thing in the world to be away from him.
I knew I wasn't the only one suffering. His family missed him like crazy whenever he was gone. It was tough on him as well. To be away from us for so long, while millions of girls continuously threw themselves at him.
Thinking about that made my blood boil. I trusted him, really I did. It was his fans I didn't trust.
I had been a fan girl before, I knew what it was like. I also knew that he had needs and not having me around, while surrounded by all these gorgeous girls, would be difficult.
Quickly, I swiped at a tear that had slipped out, hoping he hadn't seen.
He had.
He walked over and took my face in his hands, gently. "I'm so sorry, love." He said, shaking his head. I could see that a tear of his own had started to fall.
"If you start crying, we'll both be blubbering messes and you'll never get all of this packing done." I said, with a small smile, attempting at some humor.
He answered with his own sad smile and stood up, pulling me with him. "I know what you're thinking," he started, "and I will NOT forget you. You know that. I love YOU, and I always will. We've been through this before and we got through it. We still will." he finished, looking into my eyes and brushing his fingertips against my cheek.
I leaned into his touch. "I know," I whispered, "I love you too, so much."
He kissed my forhead and gave me a tight hug before turning back to his packing. Once he was finished, we headed down the stairs to wait for the car that would take him away.
I waited to the side while he said his goodbyes to his family. First his sisters, and then his mother.
The car pulled up and he headed in my direction for our last goodbye. He pulled me into another tight hug, like the one from before and I melted into his embrace.
"I love you so much, Louis." I whispered.
He pulled back and looked in to my eyes. "I love YOU, El." He said with such finality that my eyes started to tear again.
We both leaned in and our lips touched, blending together. It was the perfect goodbye. He stepped back, holding onto my hand until he had to let go.
Before getting into the car he waved and blew a kiss. I blew one back.
As the car drove out of my line of sight, I knew that no matter what distance stood in the way, our relationship would make it. No matter how many goodbyes we said.