Warnings: None

Word Count: 2101

Author's Note: The first chapter of Where Did We Go! I honestly feel like these last two weeks flew by. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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You rocked back and forth on your heels, keeping a careful eye on the people around you, looking for anyone that may let their gaze linger on you a little too long. Most didn't even give you a second glance, they were too focused on their own returning family members or getting to security to worry about you.

They had told you it was a bad idea to wait for Tyler inside the airport, claiming there was too much potential for people to recognize you and cause a scene. You ignored the warnings, partially because you didn't want to wait in some nondescript SUV outside the airport for Tyler and partially because you still had a hard time believing that people were going to seek you out. Tyler was the famous one, after all; you were just his girlfriend.

A new wave of people began to filter through the doors. You pushed your sunglasses down a little - you had received a few funny looks for wearing them inside - so that you could get a better look at the people that were walking past you, seeking out Tyler's familiar profile. Any other defining features of his would no doubt be covered in order to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.

You eventually spotted him towards the end of the crowd, wearing his own pair of sunglasses and with his hood pulled up over his head, keeping most of his face hidden. Not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself, you pushed down the desire to run towards him and throw your arms around him to instead casually walk his way. He noticed you immediately and his face grew into the familiar gorgeous smile that you had missed so dearly.

"Y/N," he grinned, keeping his voice low. "I didn't realize you were coming."

"I wanted to see you as soon as possible. I've missed you so much."

Tyler had been in Australia for the last month, finishing up the last leg of the Blurryface tour. You had been caught up with other responsibilities - mostly helping Carter and Marenna with their wedding preparations - meaning you hadn't been able to fly over and see him. With the added complications of time zones and Tyler being busy enough as it was, it felt like you had barely been able to talk to him over the last month. It was difficult, but you were glad that he was home to spend time with you now.

"I've missed you too," he said, looping his free arm around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

"How was your flight?"

"Long. The first one wasn't so bad because I had Josh with me, but the flight from LA to here was boring. I just watched movies."

"Did you sleep at all?"

"A little bit here and there. I was trying not to mess up my sleep schedule too much because of the time difference, but I'm still exhausted. I can't wait to be at home again."

You leaned your head a little further into Tyler's shoulder as you walked, "Soon, love. We just have to get your things and then we can drive home."

"Then what are we waiting for?" he smiled, quickening his pace.

The two of you quickly made your way through the airport toward baggage claim, trying your best to not draw too much attention to yourselves. Although your oversized hoodies and sunglasses - and in Tyler's case, a hat as well - were meant to conceal who you really were from the public eye, you were pretty sure it was only drawing more attention your way. It was hard not to giggle at some of the funny looks you received from people you passed by.

"Did you see that guy's face?" Tyler whispered. He was grinning.

"Yes," you said, barely containing laughter. "I'm pretty sure he thought we were the biggest tools in the airport."

"I mean, maybe we are."

"Maybe you are, Mr. I-Just-Got-Home-From-A-World-Tour."

"Oh, is that the game we're going to play, Ms. I'm-Dating-A-Rockstar?"

"I think calling yourself a rockstar kind of defeats the point," you smiled.

He sighed, "You're right."

You lightly rubbed his back while he pouted, maybe a bit more dramatically than he needed to. It wasn't until you arrived at baggage claim that he dropped the act.

"I'll go grab your stuff," you said. "You stay over here and try not to get recognized."

"I can do that. Thank you."

Tyler gave you a quick peck before you started to walk towards the crowd of people that had begun to form.

"Two bags? Or three?" you asked.

He held up two fingers, to which you gave a thumbs up in return. You joined the crowd of strangers and tried to ignore the sideways glances you were being given. Your focus right now was on getting Tyler's bags and getting back to the car so that you could finally see his face and give him a proper kiss.

It felt like an eternity before Tyler's bags finally showed up, sporting colorful luggage tags that you had bought for him after he kept accidentally taking Josh's bags home. You grabbed them and wheeled them back over to where Tyler was standing, playing on his phone. If you hadn't known any better, you would have never thought it was him. He must have heard you coming, because he looked up right as you were about to get his attention.

"What has you so happy?" you asked, noticing the big grin on his face.

"I'm just happy to be home and have you close to me again. I don't like doing tours without you."

"I know you don't, but you're home now and we have three whole weeks together, at home, before we have to leave again. You don't have to do another tour without me for a long time."

"And I'm very happy about that."

He gave you another quick kiss before taking one of the suitcases from you. Together, you walked back towards the parking garage, unable to keep the smiles off your faces.

It was a relief when you finally made it out of the airport. The parking garage was mostly empty, aside from a few people who barely gave you a second glance as you walked past. As soon as they passed, you pulled your hood down and pushed your sunglasses up onto your head.

"I can't believe that worked," Tyler smiled, doing the same. "But I'm glad it did."

"Me too. I don't think I would have been patient enough to wait for you to talk to fans," you laughed.

You opened the trunk of the car and helped Tyler load his suitcases into it. As soon as everything was secure and the trunk was closed, he put his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, giving you the first good look at his face since before he had left. There was something about looking into his chocolate brown eyes that made you feel safe. You had missed that feeling.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N. How did I get so lucky?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

He smiled before finally pulling you into a kiss. His hand rested carefully on the side of your face, keeping you close to him. It was familiar and exciting all at once. You never wanted him to pull away, even if it meant standing in an airport parking garage for eternity.

Tyler was the first to pull away from the kiss, but he was far from ready to let you out of his arms. He moved his lips to your forehead and let them rest there, using his arms to pull your body against his. You happily wound your arms around him, taking in everything you could about the moment.

"I missed you so much," he mumbled into your forehead. "So, so much."

"Ty, it's ok," you said, rubbing his back once again. "You're home now."

"I know. This last month was just hard and it feels like there's this huge weight off of my shoulders now that I'm with you again. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He gave you one more kiss before finally pulling away so that you could drive home. You had forgotten how much you loved drives with Tyler, when you could hold his hand and listen to music together and, if you were really lucky, he would sing to you.

"I feel so much better already."

You reached over the console and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his. He lightly squeezed your hand, his mouth immediately curling into the smile that had made you fall for him in the first place.

"That's good."

"Thank you for coming to pick me up, by the way. I thought I was going to have to take a car home, but I'd much rather be with you."

"Of course, Ty. You know that I couldn't wait another hour to see you."

"I don't think I could have either. I would have been impatient the entire ride home."

"Well now you can relax."

"Finally," he said, adjusting himself a bit more in the seat. "Just don't hit any potholes."

"I'll try my best."

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Tyler was facedown on the couch with his arm draped over the side within minutes of you arriving home. His suitcases were abandoned in the entryway, making you giggle as you stepped around them to hang up your keys. It seemed taking off his shoes was the only thing he could handle in his exhausted state.

"Tired, Ty?" you asked as you began to wheel his luggage towards the stairs.

He mumbled something incoherent into the couch. You shook your head and began to carefully get his things up the stairs towards your bedroom. If they were already halfway to where they needed to be, Tyler would be more likely to unpack them in a timely manner. That was something you had learned a long time ago.

"Ok, all your stuff is upstairs for you to unpack when you feel like it," you said, walking over to where Tyler was laying and pressing a kiss to his head.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to go organize some stuff in the office. I've been cleaning out old files and stuff while you've been gone."

"Will you stay and cuddle with me instead?"

You smiled, "You know I can't say no to that."

Tyler sat up, giving you enough room on the couch to lay down. While you got comfortable, he took off his hat and ruffled his hair.

"Ok, come here," you laughed.

Tyler instantly laid on top of you, resting his head right in the crook of your neck. You began to run your hands through his hair, occasionally lightly scratching his head. His arms were wrapped lightly around you, tracing idle patterns on your back.

"Are you going to want me to cut your hair soon?" you asked, noticing how long the sides were getting.

"Yeah, although I think I'm going to keep the top longer."

"I like you with longer hair."

"Me too."

"We can cut it tomorrow. I don't want you falling asleep while I have clippers near your head."

"I'm not going to fall asleep anytime soon," he argued, but you could tell just by the way that he was talking that he was beginning to get tired.

"Alright, love. You keep telling yourself that."

"Thanks for taking my stuff upstairs, by the way. I really appreciate that."

"Of course."

"Now I just have to unpack all of it."

"You don't have to do that today, Ty. We can just relax."

"Relax. Yeah, I like that plan."

"I'll stay here as long as you want me to."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Tyler lifted his head just long enough to give you a kiss before laying back down again. His breathing was already beginning to slow down and the patterns he was drawing on your back came to a stop as he started to drift off. Since he wasn't going to be a good conversation partner for much longer, you decided to put on a TV show you both liked to keep yourself entertained while he slept.

You couldn't help the smile on your face as you sat there on the couch, cuddled up with your sleeping boyfriend as you watched TV. It was still hard for you to believe sometimes that Tyler loved you so much, or even loved you at all, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.