You're at the airport with Liam, hugging him around the waist as if you never want to let him go.
"I wish you didn't have to leave," you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent for what will probably be the last time in a few months. He sighs.
"I know, so do I," he agrees.
"I'm not really ready for it yet," he then whispers, more to himself than to you. You straighten up immediately.
"For what?" you ask, worry lacing your voice.
"You know, I just feel like there's quite some pressure on me. It's like the same for all of us. Louis is expected to fight back if anyone surprising insults us. Niall's supposed to be laughing all the time. Harry's supposed to be grinning and charming. And I feel like people expect me to always put things right, to like reassure everyone and make sure everyone's fine. I don't know how to explain it," he mutters, shaking his head.
"Keep talking," you order, wanting to hear what he has to say.
"I feel like everyone expects me to lighten up every dark situation. If there's drama, I'm supposed to ease it up by posting a funny picture or something. But what if I'm not in the mood for that? What if I feel the same as everyone else. And when I don't say something, I feel like I've let everyone down. I feel like I've disappointed them. It's like I've set standards and now they seem higher than they were before," he explains, looking away. He blushes and busies himself with checking the schedule boards.
"I've got approximately seven mi-"
"Liam," you cut him off sternly. You're finishing this conversation, whether he likes it or not.
"Do you know how proud you make everyone? Your mum, your dad, your sisters, your fans? Me? I know we're all so happy that you've made it this far. And what you do is amazing. Simply amazing. You always try your best to cheer everyone up, so if you don't do it, I know people will understand that you have feelings too, you get affected by drama and news just as much as others do," you insist and he nods slowly.
"I know that no one expects you to be there to make a joke when something negative happens. The fans know that you can get hurt too and they don't get annoyed that you're not posting funny pictures, they actually understand you. They get sad that you get affected too. They want the best for you, Liam. So you have to ease the pressure you've put on yourself," you finish. He opens his mouth, thinking.
"But I don't want them to be sad that I'm sad or whatever," he argues quietly. You shake your head.
"Liam, you're way too good for this world. Think about yourself first okay? It's healthy."
A bell interrupts you and you both realise that he has to leave. Seeming to forget the serious conversations you've just had, you both hug each other again.
"Skype me every night okay?" he mumbles into your hair. You nod, tears already pricking at your eyes. You've done this all before, but it just seems to get harder every time.
Liam removes his arms from around your shoulders, but softly lays his hands on your cheeks to bring your face closer to his.
"I love you, please don't forget that," he breathes, giving you an imploring look. You nod.
"I love you too, don't forget that either," you then reply, closing the gap between the both of you. Your lips connect in a sweet but slow kiss, a sense of urgency behind it.
A bell rings again and you break apart breathlessly. The moment has come.
"I guess it's time to say goodb-"
You cut him off.
"No, not goodbye. It sounds so final. I'll see you," you say quickly, keeping a finger on his lips to prevent him from interrupting you. He smiles.
"I'll see you," he then says, turning to walk towards his gate.
You watch his back retreat until it blends into the crowds. Then you smile. The two of you won't ever really say goodbye to each other. You'll really always see each other again.
This one isn't very good, but a Liam imagine was requested so I kinda patched this one together. Hope you like it anyway.