Neither of us said anything. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.

"W-what were you doing, that night at the airport? Why didn't you get on your plane?"

"I uh, I was going to New York to find you." I smiled. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I was going to do it at the airport but I couldn't do that to him. What if he didnt say it back? He would be gone for six months and I couldn't let him carry that burden.

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"What's your dream job?" Louis asked a few days later on one of our nightly phone calls.

"To own a bookstore." He laughed sweetly.

"Then I will buy you a bookstore."

"Really?" I asked.

"We'll yeah if it's what you want," I blushed fiercely.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you buying me a bookstore? Why did you pick me out of every other girl?"

"If you want me to tell you that, I can't talk to you all night,"

"Oh shut up," I giggled.

"I'll see you soon okay?"

"Okay," I whispered.

"Bye,"