Bradley

We all got back up onto the bus, waiting to be transported to the airport where we would fly back to LA for one of our last performances. It'd been about 6 months since i've seen Savannah. 6. Months. Thats too long, way too long. Especially with the ammount of stress that keeps constantly popping up and settling on my chest like a heavy weight. God I miss her. I miss her, I miss the house, I even miss the damn cats and dogs she brings home to foster. I miss all of it. I don't think I can take it much more.

Luckily, I had a bit of time for myself. For a few moments the stress seemed to go away as I enjoyed myself with my friends. Brothers practically. We talked about the performance, pointing out funny things that happened during it and giving each other even more pointers on how we can all improve. I don't think we noticed how long it was taking us, or the fact that traffic was so bad in NY that we wound up missing our flight.

When we got to the airport we were already stressed out, our manager was rushing and pushing us, talking about how the fans will be dissapointed if we can't make it and how bad it'll be if we have to refund tickets.

"You boys are gonna have to sleep as much as you can on the flight and in the bus in LA, right after that we are going straight for the arena to get set up and do some rehersals then a quick break before performance at 7," he ranted.

I doubt he realized how much that stressed us out, or that it affected us at all. We got on the plane and one of us had to hold Connors hand because after the last flight where we hit turbulance and "almost crashed" hes been traumatized on planes. Everyone tried to sleep as much as possible, but Connor and I just couldn't. I kept day dreaming about Shannon and how great it would be to lay with her, my head on her chest listening to her heartbeat. Im pretty sure this is where i hit my breaking point.

As the plane landed and we were all hit with jet lag, and shuffled our way off. Everyone else was just pumped from sleeping the whole time but I just wanted to cry. Our manager was getting us our bags with some security while we made our way to the car that would bring us to our bus and then drive 4 hours to San Fransico. I barely kept it together, through out rehersals and through out the performance. I shed a few tears talking about the fans. I don't think they realized that their presence was the only overwhelming factor in my tears.

The moment we got into the bus I got into mu bunk, closed the curtains and burried my face into my pillow. A few seconds of silence. Then minutes. And then all the pain in my chest went up through my throught and suddenly was released through tears. Large droplets of just salt and sadness rolled down my face into the pillow. I tried to keep my breathing shallow and my crying quiet but this was just one of those times where not even death could stop me from keeping in all that I felt.

My breathing was heavy and i kept trying to breathe deeply but I would be interrupted by a new wave of sadness and distress. I guess I didn't realize how loud I was being till Tristan and Connor tapped on the wall near my bunk and then slowly opened the curtain. You know, I could've sworn being curled up in a fetal position with my head in a pillow would've somehow muffled my cries.

"Bradley? What's wrong?" Connor spoke up, tugging my pillow away from my face.

"It's nothing, just stress." I sniffled, turning my  back to them.

"You miss Shannon don't you." Tristan said, leaning against my bunk.

I couldn't help but turn and nod slightly, trying to keep my face hidden due to shame. They looked at each other mournfully, a bit clueless as to what to do with me.

"I mean I get why your stressed. Nothing more stressful then girls throwing their underwear while your singing huh" Tristan said jokingly.

"Oh yeah, that's very stressful." Connor nodded in agreement.

"I bet you wouldn't mind if it was Shannon though" Tristan commented, nudging me lightly,

I couldn't help but realize a giggle. This continued on, listening things that are "stressful" and then telling me that if it were Shannon I wouldn't mind. And they're kinda right. But all this talk about her makes me miss her more. The more they talked the more I uncurled and eventually was sitting up. Connor gave me a sudden hug and a weak smile.

"It's ok you know, we'll be over with this soon." He said, releasing me from his hug.

They eventually went off, probably to try and get some food before 12 am.

Unbeknownst to me, James wondered why I was so secluded and asked the others before walking over to me and talking to me. We talked for a bit, or what seemed to be a bit. But happened to be a couple of hours. I was going to go ahead and probably settle down for the night but a women's voice filled the room beside the bunks.

"In here? Is he in the back?" Said the voice, and it suddenly clicked in my head who it was.

I practically flew out of my bed and just as I pushed away the curtain my one and only stood before me.

"Shannon?" I whispered before bringing her close and holding her tightly in my arms.

She giggled with amusement as I buried my face into her neck, not letting her go. God I missed her so so much. I missed the smell of her shampoo, her perfume, her beautiful hair and her gorgeous eyes, I missed all of it. Tears slipped out of my eyes, joyous ones of course,

"I think she needs to breath bud." Connor commented.

I realized he was right and let her go regretfully.

"What- but how? Why?" I stuttered, looking ever so confused.

"Well a little bird told me you missed me so I had to come and let him know I missed him as well." She smiled, oh that gorgeous smile.

My eyes tore off her and to the boys, but only one had a smirk on his face. Oh Connor, what would I do without you. Shannon led me out of the bus and to her car. I don't know exactly where we were going, but I trusted her. She wound up taking me to my favorite reasturaunt, floods of memories flowing into my brain from all the times I brought her here. We talked and caught up more with like as texts and calls could only do so much. I didn't want to let go of her hands at all, I was so afraid she would slip away.

After dinner I had to go to the bus. We stepped in and everyone was asleep already but that's ok. I figured this was when we would part ways, she would want to go home and I can't leave the bus till tour is completely over. But what I hadn't realized was her bag in the corner, probably out there from when she first got on the bus. She opened it and took out some pajamas.

"Where's the bathroom again?" She asked to my astonishment,

"In the back.. you're staying?"

"Well yeah silly, I want to spend as much time as possible with you"

That was, of course, something I couldn't just turn down. I also changed and I laid in my bunk waiting for her to return, of course the bunks are small, but big enough to fit her. She eventually returned and i scooted to the side to Make more room. She cuddled into me, curling up at my side and resting her head on my chest. I took our blanket and wrapped it around us. She sighed happily and so did I. God I missed this, and I missed her. I missed going to sleep with her by my side. I suppose I lost myself in my thoughts because by the time I snapped out of  it, she was asleep. I couldn't help but smile and kiss her head.

"Goodnight sleepy baby" I whispered before getting more comfortable and eventually drifting off to sleep.

This imagine is for @Shannon1300