There's No Such Thing As Too Young

Beep, beep, beep.

I vaguely heard Mike groan as the alarm went off, telling him he needed to get up and ready for tour.

I steadily opened my eyes as he removed his arms from around me, slowly getting out of bed.

It was still dark outside, and very black in the room, but with the glow from my fairy lights, I could make out Mike's figure grabbing some clothes to put on.

He moved out of my room and to the bathroom to get washed, and I took this time to sit up and stretch.

I glanced at the clock and sighed seeing that it was 5:30am, and I didn't need to be awake until 7am for school.

I rubbed my eyes, still half asleep.

I decided to move around, to wake myself up.

I crawled to the end of the bed, glancing at Mike's suitcase that sat near the corner.

My bottom lip jutted out.

The fact he was leaving was hitting me hard now.

"Sorry for waking you, baby." Mike whispered, walking into the room.

He had his jeans on, with his grey boxers sticking out, with a beanie on his head, his shirt missing.

I pouted even more and reached out for him.

He came and stood in front of me, and I rested my head against his tummy.

"Don't be sad, beautiful." Mike told me, brushing his nimble fingers through my hair.

"It's hit me that you're leaving today." I murmered, pressing my lips to the tattoo on his lower abdomen.

"Mmm, keep doing that and I won't leave." He said, sighing deeply.

"You just ruined the moment." I chuckled, pulling away and looking up at him.

"I'm sorry."

"When does the bus get here?" I asked, pulling him onto the bed with me.

"In an hour." He answered, leaning down to press his lips on mine.

"You're so perfect." I told him, feeling him drag his lips down my jaw.

"Not as perfect as you, these next few weeks need to go by so quickly, I'm not going to be able to handle not touching you." Mike breathed.

"It's your birthday a few days after you're back." I noted, turning around so he could spoon me for the last time before he left.

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"What do you wanna do, old man?"

"You." Mike attacked my neck in playful kisses, and I laughed.

"Seriously!" I shouted, managing to pull away.

"I just wanna make up for lost time, and snuggle the hell out of you."

"That can be arranged." I agreed, playing with his fingers.

"Is it okay for me to leave my car here?" Mike wondered.

"Yeah."

"You better not steal it and joyride." He joked, poking my cheek.

"Oh yeah, how'd you think I'm getting to school?" I asked, playing along.

"Speaking of that, are you going to be okay getting there? You're gonna be safe, right? If anything happens like yesterday, you better tell someone, or phone me, I don't even care what's happening." Mike gushed, panic in his voice.

"Calm down, I'll be fine, it's nothing I can't handle." I hushed him, turning around and placing my hand against his stubbly cheek.

"I'm serious, Millie. I meant it when I said I'd go down to that school and find the lad that tripped you, and maybe I can't hit a girl, but I know people who can." He threatened, the look on his face showing he was completely serious.

I sighed and buried my face in his neck, inhaling his cologne.

"Millie?" Mike asked after a moment of silence.

"Yeah?"

"You're not gonna hurt yourself when I leave are you?" I pulled away once I heard the question slip past his perfect lips.

"Don't you trust me?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Yeah, of course I do. I just don't want you to get upset and hurt yourself, because I won't be here to help you." He explained, trying not to offend me further.

"Oh."

"If you ever feel the need to hurt yourself in any way, I want you to get one of my shirts that I've left in the closet, cuddle with it, and pretend it's me. I want you to think of all the stuff we've done together, weird or not, just imagine me helping you." Mike told me, brushing my hair away from my face.

I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat, closing my eyes as Mike leant down to kiss me.

Just as our lips were about to touch, a horn honking made us jump apart.

I looked at the clock and saw it was now 6:30am, meaning we'd been talking for an hour without realizing it and the tour bus was now here.

Mike breathed in deeply and got up off the bed, pulling on a shirt he'd left on the side.

I reluctantly removed myself from the bed too, straightening out my pyjamas.

Mike grabbed his suitcase and left the room without a word, and I followed him down the stairs.

He opened my front door, letting the early morning draft in.

I shivered.

Mike pulled me close to his body, pressing his lips to my hair.

My bottom lip quivered and I tried so hard not to cry, but I couldn't help it.

I burst into tears.

"No, don't cry babygirl!" Mike exclaimed, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

I sniffled and clutched onto him.

The horn blared from the tour bus again.

"Three weeks, baby. I'll be back in no time, please, just stay strong." Mike pleaded, looking deep into my eyes.

"Okay." I nodded, leaning up to kiss him deeply.

Mike clutched my face between his large hands, letting his tongue slip past my lips.

It touched mine, and we were really getting into it when the horn went off for the third time.

Mike sighed and pulled away, resting his forehead on mine.

"I love you, Millie."

"I love you too, Mike." I replied, pulling away slowly as he reached for his suticase.

"I'll text you later, I promise!" He called as he walked out the door and down the driveway.

He blew me a kiss as he climbed into the large bus after putting his suitcase in the storage section.

I waved as the engine started, watching as it pulled away.

I stood in the doorway as it dissapeared out of sight.

I managed to get myself back inside, still feeling the touch of my boyfriend.

I slammed the door shut.

This was going to be a long Three weeks.

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