Until Next Time (Liam Payne)

The rest of the week was much of the same. Work in the mornings, lunch together, work in the afternoon and relaxing in the evening, this was, his vacation. Meeting finished early on Friday so we decided to go out and see the night life, dance and have some fun.
I decided I needed some pampering so I found a nice day spa to relax in while he went out to find a new shirt. A glass of wine while getting a mani pedi, it doesn't get much better than that. We meet back up at the hotel and decided on authentic Cuban cuisine for supper before hitting some of the clubs. The atmosphere in the restaurant was very festive with a wide array of bright colors and different spices.
We walked down the street holding hands and enjoying being together, laughing and cutting up with each other He had on a hat, sunglasses black pants and a white button up shirt. Very handsome. I had on a black short cocktail dress with just enough sequins to add some sparkle. As we walked, I carried my heels in my hand.
The concierge at our hotel had given us a list of popular night clubs. The first one on the list was the Cameo. Remember when I said I was not a good dancer, we were about to see how this night would turn out. The line outside was already long. Liam walked to the front of the line and we are let in.
He turns and smiles, "Made some calls at lunch."
Well, that was nice. As we enter it was amazing how many new friends you have when your with someone famous. We were escorted back to a private table and the manager meets us back there and offers us champagne and 'anything we need don't hesitate to ask'. Now this I could get used to. If I'm going to dance I'm going to need some champagne. Different people of notoriety are coming by introducing themselves, shaking hands, and giving out business cards. Before long we had a group of other VIPs at our table. The DJ is playing great music and Liam is ready to dance. He grabs my hand and we hit the dance floor. He is good, really good. He puts his hands on my waist to try and help me move and the more the champagne kicks in the more I relax. I love dancing with him. Hes so energetic, sexy and very lustful. Yep, the champagne is working. I have apparently not picked good shoes because my feet are killing me. I tell him I'm going to go sit down for a minute and rub my feet to get some circulation back in them. Everyone it seems is on the dance floor and around him. He's having a good time and I sit back and enjoy watching him dance and have a good time. A waitress comes around and I order an appetizer and water. He's had a little more to drink than I and I'm already slowing down, he's just getting started. It's very loud in here and to talk to anyone you have to scream which gets quite comical when you try to carry on a conversation with anyone. I decide to join him back on the dance floor. He pulls me in close to him and is dancing very seductively with me. I wrap my arms around his neck and follow. He's drunk, very drunk. His eyes are red. He's not talking, just dancing. Still good on his feet though. We have a crowd around us and everyone is dancing together. I dont know how long we dance but the feet start hurting again. I have learned my lesson this time, wear better shoes. I tell him in his ear that I'm going to sit down again, he nods. This is his night, his vacation, he deserves to cut loose and unwind.
We are there til wee hours of the morning. I take turns dancing and sitting. I'm not sure if he'd had enough dancing or enough to drink when he decided it was time to head back to the hotel. A limo picks us up. He's pretty close to being sloshed. When we arrive at the hotel a hotel employee comes out and helps me get him to the room. I'm sad for him. and I don't know why. We get him to the bed and I tip the man generously and tell him thank you and he leaves. I undress him down to his boxers and roll him over into the bed. Almost angelic as he sleeps. I lay in the bed next to him and just watch and look at him. I traced the outline of his lips with my finger and gently kiss them. I trace his jawline and go down to his collar bone and kiss that too. I could lay here the rest of the evening and look at him. I run my fingers through his hair, its kind of sticky now with sweat mixed in with product. I bend down and kiss his lips once more and he slightly kisses back. I smile and decide I'd best get some sleep. I walk though and turn out the lights, get dressed for bed, brush my teeth and head to bed. I turn off the light on my side and get in the bed. I roll over facing him, listening to him breathe.
"I love you." he mumbles.
I'm startled. Do I say it back? Do I respond at all? He's drunk, he'll never remember this in the morning. I just smile a little and slip into a sound sleep.
We sleep in well into the morning. I wake up first and decide to call down for room service. I order him some breakfast and a Gatorade for the hangover. I'm sure he's well past dehydrated. He starts fidgeting so he's about to wake up. He opens one eye and smiles then make a horrible face. Headache. I tell him food and Gatorade are on their way up and that I'm getting in the shower.
The food arrives while I'm in the shower and he's eating like he hasn't eaten in days.
"When is your flight?"
"Same as yours. Didn't want to leave you behind again."
Our flights are 7 PM tonight.
"So what do you want to do the rest of the day?"
"Stay in here and make love to you" as he tackles me on the bed. He then makes that face again. "Maybe not, the headache is still here."
"Are you up for lounging by the pool, or will it be too bright?"
"We can give it a try"
We tidy up and pack almost everything so we wont have as much to do later. We decide to get one of the tents that are set up around the pool. More private, not as bright and more sun protection. I keep forcing water down him to help remedy the head ache. We relax and cuddle some as we lay there listening to different conversations as they walk by. One happens to be about him that he was spotted at the hotel and we laugh a little about it, if they only knew. We order something small to eat and people watch the rest of the afternoon.
We head back up to the room so we can finish packing and head to the airport. I get that sinking feeling again. At least though, he isn't leaving me here alone. We head down to the lobby and get in a limo. I'm fighting every emotion I have. I want to cry but dare not to. We haven't discussed when we will see each other next but I will wait til next week to do that. I look at him and decide I want a quickie.
I push the button for the privacy screen and straddle him and catch him off guard. His hands go up my mini skirt and start messing with my panties while I'm kissing him. He unbuttons some of my buttons and sees the lace black bra and buries his face in my cleavage kissing each of my breasts. I start feeling him rise in his jeans. I lean back a little , just enough to undo his jeans and pull him out. He slides my panties to the side, I raise myself up and he enters me. I grind on him while we kiss, moving my hips very fluid like to get more reaction from him. Its driving him crazy and its all he can do not to force it more, but I wont let him, I'm in control of it this time. He puts his hands on my hips to move them faster, I'm ready so I let him. We both come almost at the same time.
"So there's that go get 'em personality"
"Didn't know I had it in me huh?" I laugh.
We straighten ourselves up as we pull up to the airport. We both get out and he looks at me and says. 'Ready for our first public kiss?"
I step into him and wrap my arms around his waist and we kiss. Someone with a smart phone walks by, stops and snaps a picture.
"Wonder how long that'll take to get around ?" He laughs "Have a good flight. I'll call later."
"Same to you. Cant wait".

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