He was gone, he was actually gone. It shouldn't hurt so much, didn't he say he wouldn't fall for anyone? He wouldn't let anyone make him feel as vulnerable as he had felt when his parents kicked him out? This almost hurt more, because this time it was truly his fault. Iwaizumi wrapped his fist around the note, crumpling it into a ball as if the paper had done him wrong. How could he be so stupid? How could he just let him leave like that?

Hajime pushed himself out of bed, grabbing his clothes from off the floor and rushed to pull on a shirt. Maybe he just left? What if he was still here? That had him running, taking the stairs two at a time. Panic flared up in his chest, pushing adrenaline through his veins and depriving his lungs of air. "Tooru!? Tooru! Are you here? Toor-" The words fizzled and died in his throat when the barren driveway met his gaze. The concrete where the brunette's car usually sat, parked, seemed to laugh at him, mocking him with its emptiness.

"Fuck." He fumbled in his pockets for his phone, but it wasn't there. He must have left it in the bedroom or the living room, somewhere. Iwaizumi spun around and ran back into the house, glancing over the couch in an attempt to find the device, but it wasn't there. He sprinted back up the stairs and dove at the nightstand, grabbing his phone off the smooth wood. No messages, no calls. What had he expected? Why would Oikawa want to actually call him after last night?

When did his plane leave again? What terminal did he say he was in? He pressed Oikawa's contact name, frowning sadly at the picture of the smiling model. He really messed up this time. Iwaizumi put the phone up to his ear, desperately willing the brunette to pick up. He wasn't gone already, right? The call rolled into voice mail and a growl ripped through his throat. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some terrible dream.

Hajime quickly dialed a new number, crossing his fingers that someone would actually answer this time. "Iwaizumi? It's kind of early for you to be calling me, what's up?"

He could have cried right then and there, but he didn't have time. "Kageyama, I need you to pick me up and drive me to the airport right now. I really fucked up, and I need to catch him before he leaves for his flight." Silence, probably the raven haired male trying the process what he was saying.

"I'll be there in a few, meet me outside." That was it, the call ended and Hajime was left in the silence of the large house once more. It must have felt so lonely for Oikawa, to have such a big house with no one to share it with. Every step echoed as if to scream "YOU'RE ALONE, YOU FUCKED UP AGAIN! HE'S GONE!" He stumbled back down the stairs and to the front door, falling down onto the steps that led inside.

Maybe he should try calling again? His fingers moved robotically across the screen, calling Oikawa once more. Once again he reached the brunette's voicemail, and his vision tunneled. How was he supposed to get into the airport? It's not like he had a passport or money. It would take forever to get through security, but he had to try.

Bright lights suddenly blinded him, pushing away the darkness at the edges of his vision and filling it with spots. "Iwaizumi! Are you… are you okay?" Kageyama was beside him now, dark eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"I honestly don't know right now. Thank you for coming here, but we're going to miss his flight if we don't leave soon." Tobio nodded in understanding and they both ran to the car, flinging their bodies into it. The tires spun with how quickly Kageyama started up, throwing Iwaizumi back against the seat with a thump.

"When does his flight leave?" The two were both tense, leaning forward as if that would propel them faster through the early morning traffic.

"I.. I don't actually know." Hajime admitted softly, digging his fingertips into the sides of his legs.

"Okay… well what flight is he on? What terminal? Where is he going?"

"New York, that's all I know.. Ugh I'm sorry, I really should have thought about all of this before I called you. I just.. I can't let him leave." He buried his face in his hands, pressing his palms against his eyelids, trying to breathe normally.

"Then we'll head to the terminal with the earliest flight to New York. It's going to be okay, you will get to him in time." Despite the comforting words that Kageyama was trying to spit out, it was all too forced and they both knew that there was a very good chance they wouldn't make it and Hajime would lose Oikawa forever. The thought made his heart sink into his stomach. Last night really might have been the last time he could hear that childish laugh or that long drawn out whine of Iwa-chan. The nickname, as annoying as it may be, had taken a special place in his heart, just like the model who had suddenly come into his life almost overnight.

For the first time he felt tears beginning to form in his eyes, slowly dipping over his waterline and falling down his cheeks. Was he doing the right thing? Would it hurt more or less if he found Oikawa and told him. Told him everything that had threatened to spill from his lips last night after those three words. Those three words that deserved a much better response than what they received.

"Hey.. We're, um, we're almost there, so don't cry." A cold hand found its way to Iwaizumi's shoulder, pale fingers curling around the tan skin underneath. "You'll find him in time." The soft promise elicited a surge of confidence that Hajime didn't know he had left, but it was enough to stop the steady flow of tears.

"You're right, of course I will." Just like that they were pulling into the closest spot they could find, rushing into the airport. The large building was a barrage of noise, people, and flashing lights. Everything seemed to be competing for his attention, but he ignored all of it, rushing to check the flights scheduled to leave for New York. First flight left in… thirty minutes.

There was no way he was going to be able to buy a ticket, make it through security and find the boarding gate in thirty minutes. He would just have to skip things. "Kageyama, I need to ask you a really big favor."

Everything went to hell after that. Security were running around, chasing the raven haired male as he sprinted to the left, someone's bag in tow. He had ripped it out of the hands of a security guard when it had set off the alarm, allowing Hajime enough time to run through the metal detector and to the other side. He still didn't have a ticket, but he had made it past security.

He tore off to the right, only glancing up when he needed to check the gate numbers. N10, N13, N14, N16! Iwaizumi pushed aside a group of people, frantically searching for that mop of perfect brown hair and the tall, slim frame that was easy to pick out in a crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. Wrong flight? Or maybe wrong location? What if Oikawa had already left?

The panic began to build again, threatening to close up his throat. He had to try calling one more time. "This is the final boarding announcement for flight N16 to New York. Final boarding for flight N16 to New York."

Iwaizumi pressed Oikawa's contact name with shaky fingers, silently begging, praying to anyone that would listen, that he would pick up this time.

"What?" The model's voice was far from welcoming, it was laced with hardly contained anger and it sounded rough like he had been crying.

He didn't realize how dry his throat was and how bad he was panting until he opened his mouth to speak. "What flight? What flight are you on?"

"N16.. Look I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you with this fake dating deal, but you're free now. I have to go, we're about to leave."

"No! No, please don't!" Iwaizumi could hear the desperation in his own voice, forcing it to become shrill and terrified. He was terrified of actually losing the one person who truly made him happy. "Don't leave. Are you on the plane? Get off it, Tooru please."

"Goodbye."

"No, no, no, wait!" The line went dead, his only reply the low hum of his cellphone. Just like that? It was all over so quickly, so easily? He could just click a button and push Hajime out of his life? Was it really that easy?

He dropped his phone back into his pocket and turned around, heading back the way he came. It's not like he could go running onto the plane after Oikawa. Even if he could, the brunette obviously didn't want him there. His teal gaze followed the plane as it pulled out of the gate, heading out to get ready to fly off. Leaving with the only person he loved.

"Why did you come here..?" That voice, he knew that voice! Iwaizumi spun around so fast he almost fell, but it was worth it. Those chocolate hues seemed to burn into his skin in an attempt to find the answers in his body.

"I couldn't give you up. Not like that. I made a mistake last night, because I thought if I just ignored it. If I just let myself forget about you, I would be able to go back to who I was before. I could just write you off as another pretty face and continue you living, but I can't. You're not just a pretty face Tooru, you're smart and actually a huge dork. Your smile, your real smile, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I love the way you make dumb nicknames for everyone and obsess over aliens like some cheesy thirteen year old. Last night you told me you loved me and I lied. I lied because I do know how I feel. I've known for a few days now and I've been terrified to accept it because I'm scared. I'm scared that I won't be enough for you. I'm scared that a long distance relationship won't work and I'll be left feeling even more alone than I did before, but I do. I do love you. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

Silence. Maybe he shouldn't have opened his mouth? Maybe this was all a bad idea, but he couldn't let Oikawa leave without telling him. Besides, Tooru confessed first, so why wasn't he saying anything? Did he change his mind? No, the tears building up in his eyes said differently. Iwaizumi brushed his finger across the model's cheek, wiping away the stray tears that were escaping.

"You're an idiot, Hajime.." It took a moment for his mind to recognize that Oikawa was kissing him, those soft pink lips passionately moving against his. He couldn't believe it. He was still scared to lose the man in front of him, but now that he was holding him, now that he had accepted everything, he was willing to fight for him.

"Let's go home." He grabbed Oikawa's hand and started to lead him away, only to be tugged back.

"Is that.. Is that Kageyama?" Slowly his teal hues followed the brunette's line of vision, only to fall on the dark haired male, panting and pressed against the wall by a security guard. With everything that was going on Iwaizumi had almost forgotten the younger male's diversion.

"Shit. He stole someone's bag so I could get past security and make it here on time… I guess I really owe him this time, but I have no idea how to get him out of this." Hajime groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, biting his bottom lip in thought. He couldn't just leave his junior here, not after everything he did for him, but what was he supposed to do? Explain to the officer that Kageyama had only done this because he had asked him so that he could sneak past the guards? He doubted that would go over well with them.

"Excuse me, officer!" The model slipped his hand out of his and walked over to the obviously angry man, speaking to him in a hushed voice. Iwaizumi was able to catch a few of those mind numbing smiles and then they were walking out of the airport with Kageyama in tow.

"How the hell did you do that?" The two asked in unison, looking at Oikawa in fascination.

The only reply they ever got was a cheeky smile and a wink. "It's my little secret, Iwa-chan." And that's how it stayed. Even years later when Hajime would inquire about that day, it was always kept hushed by his stubborn boyfriend.

They had worked out how to stay together and not suffer through the hardships of a long distance relationship. Since Iwaizumi didn't actually have a job, he acquired one as Oikawa's personal body guard, meaning that they were together twenty-four-seven. Years later, in the same café that Tooru had suggested that Iwaizumi went along with his lie, the dark haired male gave him a promise ring.

It wasn't easy and Oikawa was still a child in the way he pouted and grew angry easy, but never once did Hajime regret running after him that morning.

And he never will.

I'm sorry this chapter took so long for me to publish, I had a lot going on. Thank you to everyone that stuck around until the end of this story, and a big thank you to those that commented and left kudos. If you want to read more by me, I have a two part Bokuaka fic on AO3 that I'm working on, so please go check it out! I really hope you enjoyed this story, because I enjoyed writing it!