Starting Over

Samy’s POV
It’s been 3 months since Liam and I got back together and engaged within 12 hours of each other. Everyone took the news remarkably well and didn’t really seem shocked by the news. Everyone was expecting it I guess. They knew just as well as we did that we belong together for the rest of our lives. The fans took the news well too. Of course there were some jealous people and angry comments directed towards me, but honestly all it did was make me feel sorry for them. I understand their love for Liam, but they need to realize that when you truly love someone, their happiness becomes more important than your own. If he’s happy, they should be happy. Wishful thinking on my part I suppose. I look up from my marketing textbook when I hear the floor creak outside the study in my and Liam’s apartment. As soon as Harry found out about the engagement, he and Liam decided to essentially swap houses. Harry took over Liam’s now former home and Liam moved in with me in this one. We turned Harry’s old room into a library/study for us and converted its bathroom into a tiny recording studio. That way, Liam could record things he’s written for the band (or for fun) anytime he wanted.
Liam carefully opens the door to the study hoping to not disrupt me from my work. I graduate in 4 short weeks and this dissertation isn’t going to finish itself (though I wish it would).
“You know, you’re not as quiet and sneaky as you think you are” I jokingly state as he attempts to approach and scare me from behind. I hear him laugh and feel his head resting on top of mine as he gazes at the textbook on my lap.
“That looks so boring” he teases me.
“It is” I say back. “I thought you were going to be at a meeting all day” I question lovingly.
“We cut it short. Needed to head home and tell you the news” he says quietly, too quietly. I know that voice. They’re leaving again.
“When?” It’s all I need to say. He gets it. He knows that I know what’s happening without any explanation from him.
“4 days” he replies.
“How long?” It’s all I can think to ask.
“7 months” he whispers trying to gage my reaction. I take a deep breath and let out a long sigh before answering.
“Ok. Let’s go start getting you ready” I say, placing the book on the desk. “You’re going to miss my graduate then” I state, not ask. “You all will”.
“I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me” he says with a lump in his throat.
“I’m not. I knew what I was getting myself into when I got engaged to you. It’s ok. I promise” I say, almost trying to convince myself.
“I love you so much, Sam” he says, wrapping me in a loving hug and placing a gentle kiss on my head.
“I love you too, Liam. Now let’s go make your packing list and see what you need” I say taking his hand and leading him out of the room.
A few hours later, he’s packed, minus the few things that need to be picked up from the store tomorrow. We climb into bed and snuggle up to each other, smiling as we mindlessly watch Grey’s Anatomy. Liam doesn’t care for this show much, but he knows it’s my favorite which is the only reason that he puts up with it.
“Samy,” he asks quietly, “are you sure that you’re ok with my leaving?”
“Honestly, no, I’m not ok. But I know that this is what you love doing and I love you, so I support whatever makes you happy” I answer truthfully. “Besides, it’ll give me time to get a job and plan the wedding after graduation.”
“We haven’t set a date yet for the wedding. I think we should set it before I leave” he says.
“Ok, when do you get back?”
“August 10” he replies.
“What about September 15?” I ask optimistically. “It gives you time to recover from tour, but makes sure that we get to do it before you leave again. Plus, I love fall” I say quickly trying to gage his reaction.
“That sounds perfect, love. September 15, it is” he responds as he gently places kisses down my neck. My man wants some love and I plan on giving him just that.
Liam’s POV
It’s departure day. It’s time to head to the airport and face the tears and emotions that come with every goodbye. Samy and I head to her car with my bags. My whole life seems to fit into these 3 suitcases and a backpack now. Strange to think about really; a famous guy like me being able to squeeze everything that he needs into only 4 bags. Well, not everything that I need. I can’t fit Samy into one of my bags, though I wish I could. I hate the idea of leaving her behind. I know she’ll visit when she can but it’s not the same as waking up to her every day. At least this time, we’re engaged. That panic of losing her is lessened by this fact but whenever you’re away from someone for so long, fear of being replaced is always in the back of your mind no matter how strong your bond is. The fear that she’ll realize that you can’t physically be with her all the time like you both crave and the realization that she could go looking for someone who can is always haunting those of us with girlfriends/fiancés. Not that we don’t trust them, we just understand the loneliness that comes with this life. For all of us, our families included.
We pull up to the airport and step out onto the curb. All eyes are on us. Fan and paps have lined up outside the terminal hoping to catch a glimpse of their idols/money makers. I’m used to it. My life is not my own anymore. It’s shared with the world now. I don’t regret any of this for a single moment, I just wish that I could take a break from the public, even if just for a private moment to say goodbye to my now emotional fiancé. I quickly wave to fans and pull Samy into the terminal, away from the outside world. I pull her into a long, tight embrace and kiss her passionately before releasing her and picking up my belongings.
“See you soon, love” I say as I head towards security to meet up with the lads. “I love you, Samy” I call back.
“I love you too, Liam” she calls back. That’s my girl. Not giving a care in the world as to who hears her declare her love for me. She’s perfect.
After meeting up with the others and passing through security we arrive at our gate and are immediately ushered onto the jet. First stop, Australia. We decided to do this rather backwards this time, Australia doesn’t get to see nearly as much of us as the rest of the world. 2 weeks travelling around Australia and New Zealand will be just the ticket. Samy has no idea that I’ve already planned off days while we’re in America to fly home and see her graduate. We all have. I think it’ll be a nice surprise/graduation present for her. Hopefully Eleanor doesn’t open her big mouth and ruin it.
*3 weeks later*
We got to America almost a week ago and Samy graduates tomorrow. The guys and I are on a flight back to London right now and the anticipation is making me crazy. My knee is bouncing up and down nonstop.
“Liam, calm down man! You’ve still got 5 more hours on this plane and you’re already making me want to shove you out the emergency exit” Louis sasses me.
“Sorry” I say “I’m just excited.” I take another sip of my coke and put on my headphones before closing my eyes and trying to sleep. It must have worked because before I know it, Louis is tickling the heck out of me trying to wake me up. We land shortly after and it’s all I can do to not run through customs. 2 hours in the customs line renders me cranky but relieved that the wait is over and in 10 short hours, I’ll be at Samy’s graduation. Just 10 more hours.

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