(Y/N)'s point of view. (four months later)
"I'll miss you Andy." I said softly, holding back tears. "Awh baby." Andy cooed, wrapping his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso and I put my face in his mid-chest. "Please don't go." I mumbled. "(Y/N) I got to. We will Skype and facetime and all that shit all the time. I promise." He said. I nodded but held onto him. "(Y/N). Babe. I gotta go." He said. I nodded and let go of him. We bent down and planted a sweet, passionate kiss on my lips.
I smiled in the kiss and placed my hands on his. "Go Andy." I mumbled against his lips. "No." He grunted, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moaned softly and fisted his shirt, pulling him closer. "Andy go." I grunted, pushing him. "I don't want to. But we will always be talking." Andy mumbled, resting our foreheads together.
I nodded and he pecked my lips over and over before he left, taking my heart with him.
