Until Next Time (Liam Payne)

I wake up Monday morning with puffy eyes. I've cried most of the night. I'm lonely here and I miss him. But adulthood calls, I must go to work. I go in and go through the motions. My hearts not in it this morning. I just want to go home. Everyone is running around doing their own thing so no one really bothers me. I eat lunch at my desk while working. Chicago is next, then Miami, one right after another. So I have two presentations to prepare for in one week. After that, Paris, Berlin, London and possibly Australia. I'm looking forward to these places, its just . . .
We haven't spoke much of his schedule so I go to Google and look it up. Yep, three shows this week. I usually let him text or call first since his schedule is not the norm, but this time I text him.
Hey you.
Its 3 PM my time, I know concert days are hectic to say the least so I don't expect an immediate response, but get it anyway.
Hello love was just thinking of you and the wonderful time we had this weekend. Not able to talk or I would call. Hows your schedule the next couple of weeks?
Chicago next week and Miami the week after. Booked. Not even coming home in between. Not home til after Miami :(
Too bad you weren't in Chicago this week .. .
I'm well aware. I frown as I text this.
Then were off for two weeks. Plans to meet in Miami then?
I smile at this.
Sounds wonderful.
So what do I do until then? I guess I go back to boring Rachel all work and no play. No wonder its hard for entertainers to keep significant others! I guess unless they traveled with them. That seems like a hard life though. What traveling I do is enough.
I have to admit I do have a lot to get accomplished. Its probably for the best that I'm not counting days and minutes til I see him. My email chime is going off constantly. Clients with questions, that if they would read, would answer themselves a few lines down. I'm getting annoyed. I scroll down looking for the next one to answer. A smile crosses my face.
I know you're busy just wanted to say hello. -L
It was sent earlier this morning, must have been when I went to get more coffee. I respond.
Yes, very busy today. Knock 'em dead tonight!
I answer a few more e mails and decide I've had enough today and pack up and go home. Not taking anything home with me, I'm over it today.
I arrive home and go in, thankfully no one is here, that would be creepy, but I do wish he was here. I look in the freezer to see what I have and don't see anything I want, nothing in the pantry I want either. Open back up the freezer. Well, frozen dinner it is. I eat it only because I'm starved. I watch some Everybody Loves Raymond re-runs. Now I'm bored. Its only 8 PM. I reach around and get the computer from off the table behind me and go to YouTube. What seemed like minutes later, I look at the clock its midnight! I cant believe I just spent that much time watching videos, clips, video diaries and everything else related to One Direction. I laughed til had tears at some videos. They really do seem to be having a good time. It's amazing how much they have changed in four years. Well, I guess anyone would. From 16 to 20 someone does a lot of changing, no matter who you are.
The rest of the week is much of the same, work. The weekend is spent packing enough for two weeks. I then get the fluttering butterflies. Then him! I decide I had better pack a cocktail dress, just in case and the new black lace VS set I never wore. My thoughts are interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Vas Happening!"
I'm really confused, lots of laughing in the background. Finally Liams voice is on the phone. Zayn. Only Zayn talks like that.
"Sorry about that. He's a little crazy tonight"
"That's quite all right. So whats up with you?"
"Nothing too much, We just met up tonight to have a few drinks. Just Zayn and I. Just celebrating being off for a couple of weeks. Just thought I'd give a call before you head out of town. Don't forget about us."
In the background someone starts singing "Don't you, forget about me. Don't don't don't you, forget about me."
I start laughing. "Yes, about that, I cant wait. I haven't forgot and don't you forget about me", I sing to him in my best possible voice, which isn't very good.
"We need to work on that" He says laughing. "I'll text or call you sometime next week. Be careful."
"Same to you."
I hang up a little tickled and can not believe I just sang that. I am a horrid singer. I dance about as good, well, maybe a little better.
I finish packing. I hope I have everything. Yep, the kitchen sink is still here, so I have it all. My flight is first thing in the morning so I go ahead and lay everything out.
Chicago was windy. It was work. I was definitely earning my pay on this trip. Nothing went smoothly. It didn't seem to be my fault, they kept wanting to put other equations into the mix. It was all I could not to throw up my hands and walk out after Tuesday.
He calls Wednesday morning before I head out and I tell him how horrible it has been. He listens to me vent. I then ask how his vacation has been. According to him, the best. He's went and visited family and saw friends and is just taking it easy. I was so happy for him. He sounded so happy. Ten more days he says. I cant wait. He tells me he hopes my week gets better and we'll talk later.
Just hearing his voice made my day better. Nothing they threw at me fazed me. The rest of the week wasn't perfect but it did end better than it had been going. I head to the airport Saturday morning and give him a call and forgot about the time difference.
Mumbling on the phone
It hangs up. I don't know whether I should call back or what. I'm rather confused. I call back
"I don't need anything else, I'm good"
It hangs up. He's drunk. I've never been around him drunk. I've been around him while he has drank, but not drunk. Sloshed. I get on the plane and try my hardest not to dwell on it.
Miami is warm, well hot. I don't want to work, I want to lay by the pool or go to the beach. They have put me up in a nice hotel on the ocean, a short cab ride to the convention center. I go and check in and decide I'll spend the rest of the day and tomorrow by the pool relaxing and not dwelling on him.
Sitting by the pool I'm mad at him. I don't know why. He was drunk, lots of people get drunk. I don't own him, heck, he don't own me. I don't know if I expected him to be waiting on my call or what. I decide to order myself a drink. Heck, maybe I'll get drunk. That is not me, so it probably wont happen. I mull things over in my head and sort it out. He was just out having a good time. His job is different than mine. He has different friends than I have. He lives different than I do. Were just different. That's all. Though, I have decided I hope he doesn't get drunk around me. I've been to the college parties and helped guys home. It wasn't pretty. I sip my fruity slushy thing and people watch from behind my sunglasses. Now this is entertainment.
Sunday, the same. People watching by the pool.I have put the phone call behind me and moved on. I have to get in the work frame of mine and hopefully don't have repeat of last week. I found a place under an umbrella today, bought a book on Amazon, so my day has pretty much been planned out. I order chicken strips from the cabana boy for lunch. My phone rings. Its him. I hope he's sober. Do I mention yesterday?
Hello love, how is sunny Miami?"
"Great! How are you?" I ask wondering the response I will get.
"Doing good now. Had a bit of a hangover but all is good now. Went out with some friends had a little too much fun."
I'm not going to mention the phone call, he has no recollection of it.
"Shouldn't you put on some sunscreen, you're going to get blistered."
This comment has me bewildered,
"Or at least cover up, you're going to have men following you around."
Now I am confused.
"Would you like some sun screen on your back?"
I turn around and he is there holding sunscreen.
I jump out of the chair and into his arms. I have never been so happy to see him. I'm almost crying.
"Its all right love, I'm here now"
All the frustrations from last week and everything come out of my eyes. I'm sobbing.
What the heck! I never cry! Where is this coming from?
I finally get myself together and he suggests we go to the room and get ready to get a bite. I want something fast and easy nothing too fancy. A burger will be sufficient. We find a burger joint and have a burger with fries and talk about last week and the upcoming week schedule. We go back to the room and just lay in bed, talk and watch TV. I get up to get my things together for in the morning.
"What will you do while I'm gone?"
"I'm going to sit by the pool, go shopping and I brought stuff to do"
"Sounds like a well thought out plan" I say smiling
I lay back down on the bed by him, head resting on his chest while he flips the channels. He smells so good. I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath. I put my hand under his shirt to feel his skin. He bends down and kisses me on the top of my head. Our legs intertwined. His breathing deepens, I look up and he's asleep. The jet lag got to him. I gently nudge him so we can actually get in the bed and get some sleep. He moves and gets in the bed, fast asleep.
We wake up to the sound of the alarm clock. He stays in bed while I get ready. He's still half asleep. They have bagels and such at the meeting I tell him so don't worry about me eating. I ask if I should come by at lunch and he sleepily nods yes.
The morning meeting went as it always did, me explaining graphs and numbers and how their company would benefit from this advertising campaign, and how to integrate it into their company. At lunch I was more than ready to head back to the motel just knowing he would be there.
I get to the door and hear music, then no music. On and off again. I open the door and carefully walk in. Computers, keyboards and a small sound board are laid out on the table. His head nodding to the beat of something. I stand there and watch and listen for a minute. I guess he feels me watching him so he stops and turns and smiles. He turns everything off, takes off the head phones and walks over.
"Want to hear what I've done?" he says after he kisses me.
"Sure, what am I listening to?"
"Just listen".
Its a dance mix version of a song, and for some strange odd reason. I start stripping for him. Now I have his undivided attention. I get down to my undies and I have on sponge bob panties and an ordinary white bra. How sexy is that? I really don't think he cared. He reached around and got his wallet and stuck some money in my panties. I cant dance anymore now because I'm either laughing from embarrassment or 'I cant believe I have done this'.
None the less it has turned him on. I keep telling him he cant touch the strippers its against club policy. He tells me he likes to break the rules and pulls me onto him on the bed. The song changes and its him singing. I stop. He tries to get up, I wont let him, I tell him I want to hear it. It's beautiful. He props himself up on his elbows with me straddling him, listening. He's watching me.
"I wrote it for you, its just not finished yet." He says looking at me.
I bend down and start kissing him. He rolls me over and stands up getting undressed. He removes my panties with a smirk and climbs over me. No need for fore play today. My stripping turned him on and his song has me going. It feels like years since he's been inside me and I catch my breath as he enters me. He takes it nice and slow, not getting into any hurry. The song still playing in the background, him watching me intently. I rub my hands up his chest to his neck feeling every muscle, every curve and dip, his rhythm never stopping. He changes positions and goes to his knees pulling me up with him, his hands under my butt, pulling me closer to him, going deeper. I moan. He changes positions again, this time holding one of my legs up. Even deeper than before. He sees I'm not far from the end and puts my leg down and goes back to being on top. His rhythm is getting faster and harder. The music has stopped. His face is at my collar bone, I can feel his hot breath with every push. I take in a deep breath and climax, he pushes a few more times and comes.
I decide that I might ought to take a shower before going back to work so I jump in and out real quick. I try to make myself look like I did when I left so maybe no one will notice, not that I really care but . .. When I come out he is back at the computer.
"I should be out by 5, here by 5:30".
"Eat in or out?"
"You decide, I'm happy either way".
"What about your lunch?"
"I'll grab something on the way."
He nods and I head back to work.
Everyone is getting back to their places and chit chatting around the table.
"So Rachel what did you have for lunch"
Sex, I had sex for lunch. I thought to myself.

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