Daniella's POV:
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I haven't seen him in months. This was the first time we've been apart for so long and it definitely affected our relationship. It was hard but at the same time, it made it 1000 times better when he did come to visit. I was waiting at the airport with a bunch of other girls. 'How the hell do they know what terminal they're coming out of?' I think to myself. They should be coming out in a couple minutes or so.
"Are you waiting for 5 seconds of summer too?" The girl next to me asks. I turn around to look at her and can't help but admire her features. Every time I see someone who looks so effortlessly beautiful I can't help but think out of all the girls and all the fans he chose me. I look out the window and see the plane start to land. The butterflies in my stomach grow and my heart starts beating faster and faster. He's on that plane. The guy I haven't seen in months. I hear all the girls start to squeal and scream because their idols are on that plane. They have no idea that to you they're not just idols. He's not just an idol. He's my everything. He's your best friend. He's mine.
"Yeah, I am" I answered the girl, whom I was pretty sure wasn't listening anymore. The doors to the terminal open and multiple people start flowing out of the gate. The anticipation in the room heightens and my heart starts beating faster than I thought it ever could.
Freeze.
He's there, right in front of me. The screaming from the crowd of girls was probably deafening but I couldn't hear it. All of my senses seemed to have shut off, just so my eyes could focus on the one person I've been longing to see for months. The lips I've been craving, the hands I've been dying to touch. I rush to the front of the crowd, probably pushing aside some crying girls, finally being able to use my voice and scream his name. Within a split second he turns around, clearly recognizing my voice. He jogs to me and picks me up from the crowd, swinging me around as I wrap my arms around his neck. His face is burrowed in my neck and I can feel his curly hair tickling my collarbone. He sets me down and gives me a light peck on the lips.
"I missed you so damn much." He says with his eyes staring into mine.
"You have no idea." I say in return giving him another tight squeeze. I'm slightly disappointed as he starts to walk away with my hand in his. I was hoping for a more dramatic 'I missed you so freaking much' kiss. My disappointment must have been evident on my face since he turns around and whispers into my ear. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you with just that. I just don't want to make the boys jealous." With that said, he gives me a cheeky wink and a grin. It takes a while to get through the crowd of people. I turn around and see the other three guys talking to fans and taking pictures. That's sweet. As I head towards the baggage claim, Ashton stops and takes a couple pictures with some fans as well, just to be polite. Finally after a few minutes we make it to the baggage claim. It's pretty empty not counting the three other people from the plane, loitering various spots in the hall. As we're waiting for the luggage to start coming out, Ashton grabs my waist out of nowhere and kisses me. He grabs my lower back and I swing my hands to the back of his neck. He dips me down, causing me to giggle, while smiling.
"You have no idea how long I've been thinking about doing that." He says, pulling us back into a standing position. My heart is fluttering.
A man comes up to us and gives us a warm smile. "You two are adorable." Ashton blushes and I join him as I feel my cheeks get warm.
"Well one of us is adorable." Ash says brushing my cheek with his thumb.
"Well, we can't all be as adorable as me." I say jokingly, flipping my hair. He giggles. Oh god I could live off of his laugh.
"Awww but I'm so cute" he says imitating my voice.
"Uh, I do not sound like that." I smile.
"Mhmm, sure." He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tighter as we wait for his bag. Suddenly, I hear the other three guys shouting behind me.
"Oi! No canoodling!"
"Keep it PG!"
"WE'RE TOO YOUNG AND INNOCENT FOR THIS!"
The other three boys run to Ash and I, screaming crazy things. God, I missed these weirdos. I get out of Ashton's grasp, despite the annoyed whine I get from him. I hug the other 3 boys and get pulled back into Ashton's chest the second I'm done. "She's mine!" He says and pouts to the other boys. I just giggle at his childish behaviour.
"And he's mine so no stealing him from me. I'm watching you!" The other boys give me a little suspicious stare but I just laugh it off. Their bags all show up next to each other (adorable), and once we grab them we start heading for the exit. Ashton wraps his arm around my waist and gives me a light squeeze. He kisses me on the head and whispers to me,
"You're not leaving my side tonight." causing me to blush.
"Ok." I say so quietly I didn't think he heard it. He just gives me another kiss on the cheek and we walk towards the door.
We're greeted by a warm breeze, even though it's late, as the doors welcome us to the City of Angels. A black van rolls up and all the guys put their bags into the trunk. We all hop into the van and Ashton and I claim the back as ours. He places his hand on my leg and gives it a squeeze as I rest my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and leans his head on mine. I look down at his watch and see that it's already 1:30 in the morning. Their flight was delayed and I didn't realize how late it was. One of the guys turns up the volume of the radio and my eyes start to close as Boulevard Of Brocken Dreams starts to play. Ash begins to sing along quietly while rubbing my leg, allowing me to drift off lightly.
He gives me a kiss again and he whispers to the other guys. "Look. She fell asleep. She's so cute when she sleeps".
"She's alright." Calum says, messing with him.
"Hey!...HEY! She is more than alright" He says and I blush. Stop it, he thinks I'm asleep.
"Haha we're just kidding with you man." Michael says. After that I fall asleep.
Before I know it I wake up to the van pulling up to the L.A. house. Ashton shifts from underneath me, probably trying not to wake me. That's sweet.
"Are we here already?" I ask, sleepily.
"Oh no, did I wake you up babe?" He says wrapping his arm around me. "No, it's okay. I was awake for the last couple of minutes." I tell him. His cheeks go bright red.
"So you umm..." He starts.
"Yes I heard you singing to me." I giggle with a hint of sleep still on my voice.
"I thought it would give you a good dream." he chuckles, squeezing my cheeks. He's still doesn't like to sing to me much. I guess he's not to secure about his singing voice, no matter how many time I tell him he's amazing. That's just how it is, I guess.
We hop out of the van and I sluggishly walk with him to the house as I wait for one of the guys to open the door. Once it is, I collapse on the couch. The guys decide to be as noisy as ever while I try to get some sleep. You'd think that after being on a 10 hour flight they'd be tired, but jet-lag's a bitch.
It's around 2:30 now and the other guys are ordering pizza. Ashton comes to sit next to me on the couch and rests his hand on my hip. "Lift your head." He whispers into my ear. I do so and he moves under my head so that it's resting on his lap. He starts playing with my hair and messes around with my fingers. "Are you gonna fall asleep?" He whispers.
"If you keep talking to me then no, I won't." I say jokingly.
"Well you're not gonna fall asleep on the couch." He picks me up, bridal style and tells the other guys that he's taking me upstairs. I rest my head on his chest blissfully, feeling even more sleepy to the steady sound of his heart beat.
I wake up to the sound of the TV in the background. I slowly open my eyes and adjust to the bright light. Once they do, I make out a figure sitting upright in bed with me. Ashton's flipping through the channels, clearly having trouble staying awake himself. I lean up and kiss him on the cheek. He flinches a bit. "You scared me" he giggles and looks at me with his loving hazel eyes. "You're so cute when you sleep."
"How long was I asleep?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
"About an hour and a half. All the other guys are asleep as well." He replies.
I lift myself up against the headboard of the bed. "Well now I'm wide awake," I look at his weary eyes. "Aren't you tired?"
"No, not really I slept a lot on the plane." He says. I nod and we're quiet for a moment. "Sooo... what do you wanna do then?"
"You know what? I'm actually kind of hungry is there any pizza left?" I ask.
"Yes! I made the guys save you a piece." He says a little too excitedly and grabs my hand, leading me down the stairs. He pulls a chair out for me at the table and places a plate in front of me. He then takes the box of pizza out of the sad empty fridge. "Cold or hot?" He asks.
"Cold is fine." He puts a slice on my plate.
"Eat up." he says with a smile and kisses my cheek.
"Mmmmm. I haven't had pizza in forever." I moan taking a huge bite.
"Can I have a bite?" He asks. I nod. Of course he wants some.
I point the pizza at him and make a strange face. "Open up here comes the pizza plane." He giggles and I 'fly' the slice into his mouth as he tears off a piece.
"Pizza kiss." he whisper-shouts as he leaves a tomato sauce spot on my cheek with his lips.
"Haha yuck." I say wiping my cheek off.
"No! That was a symbol of my love!" He whines.
"I'm sorry. Can you give me another one?" I ask, teasing him.
"Well I'm going to need more pizza." He answers glancing at the slice in my hands. Oh I see, sneaky sneaky. I roll my eyes and get an idea.
"Ok, you can have some more." I say and before he can open his mouth I shove the pizza in his face and rub it all over. I can't help but start laughing at the tomato sauce covered geek standing in front of me with a shocked look on his face. "And that is a symbol of my love" I say in between giggles.
"Oh it's on." He says deadly serious. Suddenly, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"Stop! Put me down!" I screech. He throws me onto the couch, climbs on top of me and quickly covers my mouth.
"You don't want to wake the boys, do you?" I shake my head as if to say 'no' and he starts to smile an evil grin. "Good." He leans in for a kiss but I dodge his face by centimetres.
"No kisses for tomato boy, I don't want to cheat on my boyfriend." He looks at me with a kind of 'you've got to be kidding me face', but I just giggle and continue with my little story. "You see tomato boy, my boyfriend is really sweet, and funny, and handsome, and everything I could ever ask for in a guy." I stop to see him smiling at me. "He's perfect and he's all mine. I have missed him like crazy ever since he's been gone and now that he's back, I don't want to miss a thing."
I stop and look into his eyes. All of a sudden he bursts into song. "And I don't wanna miss a thing! Even when I dream of y-"
"That was such a perfect moment! You ruined it!" I interrupt him mid-song, hitting his chest.
"I'm sorry, you song-bombed me." I pout at him but he just looks at me and leans in. Our lips attach and this time there isn't anyone to interrupt us, finally. His lips are warm and soft as he kisses me. I'm hyperaware of his chest against mine. I knot my fingers through his soft curls as he holds onto my waist. We kiss for what feels like an eternity. But a good eternity. He starts to move his lips from my mouth to my neck causing my heart to beat faster.
"Wait." I stop him.
"What?" He asks as he breathes heavily.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm kissing you" he smiles. "Why is something wrong?" He gets up off of me.
"No everything's fine. It just felt like you were thinking we were gonna... umm-"
"Oh." His face goes red. "No. I...I didn't. Umm no only if you know you're ready. I wasn't trying to force anything." He says stuttering.
"Good 'cause I don't think I'm ready yet." I stand up and wrap my arms around him as he hugs me back.
"Of course. It's up to you babe. I just want you to be comfortable." He kisses me and hugs me again. Just then the lights by the stairs turn on. "Great." he mumbles. Luke walks down the stairs and sees us standing in the living room, hugging.
"Wow, is that really all you two do, hug? Seems pretty boring." I laugh at his sleepy voice, it sounds more raspy than usual.
"Trust me, we do WAY more than just hug." I say, addressing Luke and look back at Ashton. He smiles down at me with a cheeky grin and raises his eyebrows, leaning in for a kiss.
"Way more." He whispers before kissing me again. Luke makes an 'ugh' noise behind us and I can't help but laugh. Although I have to admit, we are being a lot more 'touchy' than before. Maybe I should try cutting down on the whole PDA in front of the boys. Then again, I haven't seen him in ages so screw that.
"What are you doing down here anyway?" Ashton asks.
"I'm getting water, jet-lag is not doing me well." At the word 'jet-lag' he yawns and removes his hands from my waist to cover his mouth.
"Is someone tired?" I coo at his sleepy eyes.
"No. I'm not tired." He places his hands back on my hips and pulls me closer "I don't want to be tired. I've been stuck with 3 guys for the past 5 months and I want to spend all the time I can with you."
I peck him on the lips. "So do I but I'd rather spend time with you when you're sleeping rather than spending time with you when you're grumpy. Now come on." I start pulling him towards the stairs.
"Nooooo" he whines.
"I promise I'll cuddle with you until you fall asleep." I try to coax him up to bed.
"Speaking of cuddling, I got you a gift!" He runs up the stairs pulling me behind him with a sudden burst of energy, leaving Luke sipping on water in the kitchen.
He runs through the bedroom door, pulling me in and stopping right in the middle of the room. "Close your eyes." I cover my eyes and let him lead me to the closet. I hear him unzip his suitcase and hear him ripping clothes out of it, letting them land everywhere.
One t-shirt comes and whips me in the head.
"Ow!" I giggle, rubbing my head. It didn't really hurt but I always react to stuff like that. I guess I'm just weird that way.
"Oh! Sorry, just one sec. Ah ha! Here it is! Okay, open your eyes." I do as I'm told and open them to see him holding a giant teddy bear with a T-shirt on it that reads: 'for when your cuddle buddy is off on tour'. I start giggling, 'cause that is pretty funny, and he hands it to me. "But wait, turn it around!" He says excitedly. I turn the teddy bear over and see a small zipper on it. I unzip it and in the bear are candies, photos and letters.
"What is this stuff?" I ask the smiling boy in front of me.
"Those are candies from every place we went that I thought you might like. And I took a photo in every city of something that reminded me of you. And those are letters I wrote for you just about random things for you to read whenever you're not with me." His entire face has lit up in the sense that he was smiling with every inch of expression he could muster. I start tearing up as I read one of the notes.
"Today the interviewer asked us if we were happy. I said yes of course we're happy. We are the happiest we've ever been. I was telling the truth about being happy. But I couldn't truly be the happiest I've ever been until I get to come home to Dani."
I look up at him, "This is amazing."
"You're amazing" he says back dreamily. I put the bear on the ground and jump into his arms. I wrap my legs around him and throw my arms around his shoulders as he places his hands under my legs to keep me up. He kisses me deeply and sweetly. His heart is beating quickly against my chest. He carries me out of the closet and throws me onto the bed. I giggle as I bounce on the mattress.
Here we are again kissing for an eternity. He's hovering over me, resting on his elbows. His right hand moves down to my hips as my hands tangle in his hair again. I love his hair. The way it looked so effortlessly messy but neat. I love his touch. His kiss. His eyes. His smile. His laugh. Oh god, his laugh is everything. Everything. He was kissing me more passionately than before. He seemed to not get enough. That no matter how much closer we got, it wouldn't be enough. His tongue licked my lip and I took a moment before letting him in. We haven't had that many proper make out sessions. Before he left on tour though, he made sure I wouldn't forget him, like that was possible, and I made sure he wouldn't forget me. That was a kind of desperate kind of kiss, as if we would never see each other again. Now was different. Now he was kissing me and never gave
the intention of letting go.
His hands found the hem of my shirt and his fingers slipped underneath. He kept his hands on my hips, but he was touching my skin now. His hands were warm and his fingers coarse from the occasional guitar playing. His lips moved down to my neck and I knew he wouldn't do anything without my consent, so I let him. I knew there was going to be a mark there tomorrow but I didn't care, I wanted to be this close to him. He was a drug. A drug I couldn't get enough of and having him here was like relapsing. It felt good, but bad at the same time.
As he held my skin, I grabbed his shirt and lifted it up. He let go of me for a second and pulled his shirt over his head causing his hair to mess up and tousle. He was gorgeous. I put my hands on his bare chest and moved them up and down rubbing into his skin.
"Your hands are cold." he says. He grabs them in between his to warm them up.
"You're amazing." I tell him, putting more stress on the word "you're" as if to correct him from before. He leans back down and kisses me on the crook of my neck and on my collarbone. His hands hold the skin of my waist tightly as he moves them under my body so that his hands are rubbing my bare back. He pulls me closer to him.
"I'll be yours forever." He whispers into my ear. I kiss him on the neck and tighten my grip on him.
"Promise?" I ask.
"I promise."
I smile into his neck and squeeze my eyes shut. I don't want to lose him. Ever. "I love you." I whisper into his neck. This was the first time I admitted it to him or to anyone really. Then again, I know it's true, my friends know it. Damn. I am whipped. He pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes.
"I love you so freaking much." I smiled the biggest I ever had and bury my face back into his neck. He shifts his weight and lays down next to me. I was still wearing my clothes that I wore to the airport and didn't have anything to change into so I quickly got up and pulled a jumper from his closet. I quickly took off my top and put the jumper on in the closet. I got a pair of boxers from his drawer and pulled them over my own underwear. Once I was done, I walked back into his bedroom and saw him staring at me with a lazy smile.
"She looks so perfect standing there in my crappy store-bought underwear..." He starts to sing half-heartedly. I roll my eyes and crawl into bed next to him and kiss him again.
"Perfect." He whispers into my ear as I rest my head on his chest and his arms wrap around my waist.
"Perfect." I mumble before drifting off to sleep.