I look around at the airport, bouncing my feet up and down against the concrete floor. I've missed her so fucking much when she's been on tour and I don't even know if we will be able to have what we used to. I try to push the negative thoughs away before locking my eyes at the door where Billie will probably show up at any moment now. I told Julia that I wanted to go here alone because I want our reunion to be between just her and me. Suddenly, I see a familiar figure, walking with a suitcase behind her. I stand up, realising that it's Billie who's the tired girl, coming home from a long tour in Europe. We look each other in the eyes at exactly the same time and she immediately starts to run towards me, the suitcase making her struggle as it almost bounces on the floor against her. I grin widely as I approach her and she throws her arms around me, giving me comfort that I've missed so much. I feel how she grabs my head and presses it closer against her chest. Her fingers stroking my hair and her cheek against mine is enough to make it ache in my eyes and I feel how a tear spill out, making Billie pull away.

"Please don't cry," she says with a giggle, almost crying herself as she pulls me into her arms again. I don't care if anyone at the airport think that it's weird, I still cling onto her for dear life, desperately trying to get the comfort that I've missed the last weeks. I relax in her arms and inhaleher scent deeply, feeling so warm and safe which is hard to feel in a world like this.

''I love you,'' I whisper in her ear, not wanting anyone else to ehar and that instinct breaks my heart. When will we be able to tell everyone about what we have?

''I love you more,'' she whispers back almost immediately, making me smile. We stay in each tohers embrace for a long time before we pull away, realising that we have to leave.

''Wanna come home with me?'' She asks, stroking my hair one last time and I nod. I really miss being at Billie's house because I obviously haven't been there for a while.

It's still pretty early in the morning so there's not a lot of people at the airport, which I appreciate very much. I love Billie's fans, but right now the last thing I would want is to fivehundred fans to approach us and ask for a picture. We wait a while for Billie's family before leaving the empty airport to go home again.

The car ride is not boring at all like car rides use to be, because I just keep talking to Billie about everything. I don't mention everything sad that's been going on though, because I feel like that would ruin the happy vibe that Billie and her family is living in right now and the incident yesterday is barely on my mind at all. I've missed her touch so much, even though there's only a little bit of contact right now with our hips slightly toucing each other on the car seat, it makes me feel calm. As Billie talks to Finneas about something that happened on the tour, I admire how her profile looks as her eyes are locked at her big brother. I love the lips with the perfect shape and the way her skin doesn't have a scratch on it. She is perfect. The closest thing to perfection on this earth. Universe.

Billie lazily throws her suitcase onto the floor before sighing. I watch her from the bed as she sits down on the floor, opening the dark green bag. She then folds her clothes and puts them into her closet, somethig that I would never do. It's so unnecessary to fodl your clothes because you will still use them again.

''What are you thinking about?'' She asks, chuckling as she folds a white T-shirt. ''You look like you want to kill me.''

''Well, I think it's so stupid that you fold your clothes,'' I grin, making her laugh.

''Why's that?''

''You will still use them again, so why would you take the time to fold them?'' I ask, crossing me arms while smiling.

''Why using toilet paper then? You're still going to shit again,'' she says, making me hold in a laugh and accept that I lost this one.

''You're right,'' I sigh, laying back onto the bed while smiling. I close my eyes and inhale then scent of Billie's home, feeling so safe. I feel how the bed shifts a bit and how a pair of arms wraps around me.

''I've missed you as fuck,'' she mumbles against my hair before kissing my forehead. I look up at her and instead of saying something back, I lean in while feeling her hot breath against my face. We close our eyes at the same time before connecting our lips. I've missed this feeling. As I've probably said before, there's nothing like kissing her in the world. It's just... undescribable. One kiss is worth more than thousands of ''I love you'' per second. Sometimes, words seem so unnecessary because we can express ourselves in so many other ways, you know? It's the small details. I love how the rings on her fingers give me goosebumps as she moves them up and down my back, under my T-shirt. How her eyebrows furrows when my lips comes in contact with hers, how I feel her teeth against my lips when she smiles. There's nothing like that. Nothing at all.

After a while of kissing, Billie decides to take things to the next level and grabs my wrist, pulling me on top of her so I'm straddling her hips. The whole action shocks me, but I accept it and puts my hands on her cheeks, kissing her. Her hands moves from my back up and down as the kiss gets more and more heated. I pull away, keeping a hand on her chest before running a hand through my hair. I then bend down and place a kiss on her jawline, making her smile a bit. She moans quietly as I leave open mouth-kisses against the hot skin on her neck. When I suck on her sweet spot, her grip on my back tightens a bit more and I love how I'm in control right now. She nods when I tug on her shirt before pulling it over her head as she does the same with mine. I bite my lip before licking a strip form her stomach to her collarbone, kissing her neck a bit more.

I want her. I want her so bad. I bit my lip as she flip us around so she's on top. She moves her body so close to mine, it feels as if we are one person. I can tell that she's impatient, because when she struggles to take my jeans off she curses quietly, making me smile. My smile disappears when she starts to kiss my inner thighs, making me gasp. She does not touch the place where I need her the most, making me mad because I've missed her so much that I need her more than ever.

''Billie?'' I breath out, making her look up at me with her beautiful, blue eyes. The look in her eyes is someting new, as if she thinks that she's doings something wrong.

''What?'' She asks, concerned while panting, her hand on my thighs.

''I need you.''