A/N: I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but I hope you like it! :)
86 days, that’s how long your boyfriend had been gone. In all honesty, you’d never really been a clingy girlfriend; you could easily survive a little distance without being taken over by misery, but 86 days was just too fucking much and you needed him home before you went insane.
Even though you offered to pick him up at the airport, Ashton insisted that it wasn’t necessary since he was expecting fans to be there and he wanted your reunion to be private. At first you were disappointed that you needed to wait even longer before seeing him, but in the end you knew he was right. So here you are, waiting by the door like a lovesick puppy, glancing out the window every few seconds, slowly going crazy with impatience.
After what seemed like forever, a black SUV finally pulls into the driveway and unable to contain your excitement you run outside, not even bothering to close the front door behind you.
Ashton barely has time to step out of the car before you throw yourself at him, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“You’re home,” You breathe into his neck, doing everything in your power not to cry, “You’re actually here.”
“I’m here, baby,” He tells you with a shaky voice, hugging you even tighter against him, “God, it feels so good to have you in my arms.”
