A/N: Rated K+.
Kendall stood by his bedroom window, arms folded over his chest, staring out at the world. It would be his last Minnesota sunset, he and his four best friends—along with his mom and sister—were all headed to LA to become a boy band and hopefully become famous. It was what James had always wanted, and despite his own dreams of becoming a center in the NHL, Kendall wanted nothing more than to make the other male happy.
But as he watched the big orange orb sink in the darkening sky, he saw more than just another sunset, more than just his last one in that house through that window. It was like the ending of a chapter, the Minnesota chapter of his life, and he couldn't help but worry about what else would be coming to a close. LA was gonna change their lives forever, he knew that much. He just didn't know what parts.
A pair of long arms wrapped around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder, the smell of 'Cuda manspray filling his nose. A small smile played on his lips as he leaned back against his boyfriend's muscular frame, his arms drifting down to lay on top of the other male's. This was the part he was worried about. He knew what LA held, what temptations lay there. And James was definitely gorgeous. He was bound to be hit on by countless men and women and while the blond didn't think the brunet would cheat on him, he was worried that the elder male would leave him for someone better, someone more attractive.
When he voiced these concerns out loud, James just scoffed, ruffling the younger male's dirty blond locks. "Idiot," he said lovingly. "Never gonna happen."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because you have one thing that none of those LA people do."
"What's that?"
James turned the other male around in his arms, hands resting on his lower back as Kendall's went to the slightly taller male's shoulders. Eyes locked, his tone was serious as he said the next two words. "My heart."
Their lips connected, the kiss soft, sweet, and full of love. And Kendall knew in that moment that while one chapter was coming to a close, James would always be a part of his own personal storyline.