Return To Me, My Love

"Frankie" I almost yell into the phone as I flop back onto the bed, excitement coursing through my body and I can't lay still. Frank chuckles softly before saying "Hey beautiful, how are you?" "So much better now" I tell him and he sighs softly and says "I miss you so fucking much babe, that's the only downside to this whole touring thing." "I miss you too, the apartment is too empty and quiet without you and the bed is too cold at night." "Aww baby, every night I wish you were here to curl up in my bunk with me, I miss your smell and your warmth and the way you twitch in your sleep and make cute little noises and the way your body fits against mine perfectly, like we're made for each other." "Frankie" I whimper out, tears welling in my eyes and Frank shushes me softly. "Don't cry my love, please. We'll see each other again so soon I promise, just six more days." "Six very very long days" I add and Frank chuckles and says "There's actually something I've been thinking about and I asked the guys last night and they agreed so when you come out and join us there's something we need to talk about." "What?" I ask, feeling fear spread through me that it could be something bad. "You'll have to wait babe" he tells me and I pout to the empty room, just wanting to know already. The rest of our call passes quickly and way too soon Frank has to go for sound check and when I look at the clock I see I should be meeting Mikey very soon. We say our very lingering goodbyes, neither of us really wanting the call to end but yelling in the background on Franks end cuts us short and we end the call, both of us expressing our feelings for each other but neither of us sounding happy.

The next five days pass quicker than I thought they would and I start my two week vacation, spending the whole time on tour with Frank and I'm so excited I can barely sleep. The next morning when I drag myself out of bed I run around the apartment checking last minute things, making sure all the widows and the balcony door are locked properly and everything is clean and tidy before I grab my bags and head down onto the street, grabbing a cab and heading to the airport. Once I'm on the plane the excitement is so much that I can barely sit still but ten minutes after takeoff anxiety creeps in and I start to shake, my breathing getting lower and more choppy and I realise I should have taken Franks advice and taken something to help. The whole flight I spend clinging to the arm rests on my seat, my nails digging into the upholstery with my eyes clenched shut until the captain makes his announcement that we will be landing in the next ten minutes. After the plane is landed I reopen my eyes and make my way off the plane on shaky legs, feeling sick and shaken up and I stumble along with all the other passengers until someone rushes forward out of the crowd waiting and picks me up off the ground, spinning me around and I lean forward and bury my face in his neck, letting out a few stray tears of relief that it's finally all over and I'm here. "Oh baby, you didn't take anything did you?" Frank asks softly as he pulls back, putting me down again but keeping one arm wrapped around my waist to support me while his other comes up to stroke down my cheek. I shake my head and Frank shakes his head at me as he smiles and says "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're alright on the flight tomorrow." I nod and allow myself to be guided along to claim my bags before we make our way out of the airport, Franks arm around my waist the whole time and random flashes keep going off and I turn my head to look at him and Frank chuckles and says "I'm gonna have to buy every magazine these pictures end up in just so I can see your beautiful face." "Oh my god I look so bad right now" I whine as I lean over and bury my face in Franks neck and he just chuckles and kisses the top of my head before guiding me to keep walking, telling me that I could never look bad.

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