-This one might be considered a little sad? And super fluffy, hahaa. The "story" is almost a back and forth of thoughts. -Leah :)
You sat perched on the edge of your bed, trying to comprehend the last few hours. It seemed like a blur and you weren't quite sure where things began to go wrong. You wondered if it was your fault, if you had just been a little more patient: would he be here with you now?
As soon as he slammed the car door shut, he let out a loud, frustrated scream. Kendall's fists were balling up on top of his knees as his head lightly fell against the steering wheel. What the hell was he supposed to do now? His temper had gotten the best of him, and he took it out on you.
Your phone was clutched in between your hands, almost trying to will it to vibrate, praying it'd be him. This was a silly mess, it would be done within a day or two. Whenever you two fought, it was like a war for a day and then by twenty-seventh hour apart, you always came running back together. "It will pass," you tried to convince yourself. Words had never felt so empty to you before.
Kendall's knuckles were going white as he gripped the wheel, speeding down the road towards "home". It really didn't feel like home anymore though, he had gotten so used to calling your place home, that the thought of that not being true anymore made him sick to his stomach. By this point, he couldn't even remember what started this fight, all he knew is he wished his free hand was in yours as he drove. He missed the warmth of your skin, how soft it was against his calloused fingers from playing too many hours on the guitar.
Time was passing too slowly for your liking. It wasn't long before you chucked your phone on the bed, telling yourself not to look at it for at least two hours. You tried to distract yourself; you cleaned out the fridge, you alphabetized your movie collection. When nothing could hold your attention, you gave up. You picked up the phone.
Nearly three-quarters of the way back to his place, he couldn't take it. His car flew through the nearest u-turn. At the next red light, he slid his phone out of his pocket, he sent along a text to you, hoping you'd understand. "It's like all our other fights. They don't mean anything. I've never felt so lonely without you. Please understand, no matter how hot headed I can be, I love you more than anything."
You blinked a few times, trying to process the words glowing on your phone's screen. Your hands shook as you typed a reply. "Please come back," you pleaded.
"Answer your door, baby girl."
The moment your phone buzzed and you read it, you ran to the door. It felt like your feet couldn't carry you there fast enough. When your hand twisted the knob, and the door swung open, Kendall captured you an apologetic kiss, one that could probably make up anything to you. His arms wound around your back, picking you up, pressing you as close to him as you could possibly be, like if he didn't you'd vanish. He pulled away, ". . . Cause the world stops when I put my arms around you."