Until Next Time (Liam Payne)

Even though I didn't get to see Liam that much, just knowing he was in the same city was very calming. Work this week was pulling longer than usual hours and at the end of each day I was exhausted. Most evenings were spent inside. We would order up room service or he'd bring something with him for us to eat. He'd stay the night and go back to his place or do whatever he had to do after I left. His place was just too far to travel back and forth every morning. Every night I fell asleep in his arms. Content.
I was so happy waking up Friday morning, just knowing it was Friday. The rest of my time here would be spent with him. I didn't know what day we were to see his family but I did know I wanted to hit the shops in London so I could look my best..
We wake up Monday morning and decide to get the day rolling. He's made all the plans, Big Ben, Buckingham, the Ferris Wheel and a few others he has not told me about. Today I think its Big Ben and other things in that general area. I've got on stylish comfortable clothes and good walking shoes. Navy pants with a nautical style shirt, and Toms. We see the different attractions and eat at an outside cafe. While eating we are spotted by fans and they stop and snap pictures.
Liam has suggested we shop tomorrow and Wednesday go to his family's place in Wolverhampton and stay there until Thursday evening.
The shops are incredible. Every high dollar, name brand shop, it seems is there. I have died and gone to heaven. We go in and out of shops all day and he doesn't seem to mind. After what happened 7 weeks ago, I think he is more concerned for my safety and that there is no repeat of that. I find a few new outfits and he buys a few things.
Were up early Wednesday morning so we can get on the road to see his family and spend as much time with them as we can. He gives me tid bits of information on them.
We pull up to an adorable place and get out. We walk to the door and he knocks as he walks in calling for his Mum or Dad. She comes around the corner almost in tears, so happy to see him. She hugs me with the same enthusiasm. His sisters will be coming tonight for dinner. We put our things in his room, and there in the corner as I had seen in a video, the cut out cardboard shape of him. I laugh. I cant help it. He gives me the 'don't even' look' and laughs also. We go back into the living room and sit down and talk to his mum and dad. They are asking questions about my life and what I do, my family and are so sorry about the accident. His sisters arrive and mom has cooked a meal for everyone. I am a little unsure of what to expect but all fears are put aside once I start eating. A very humble family, super sweet. This is why he is the way he is. So sweet and caring. Having sisters was also good for him, he knows how a girl likes to be treated. We lay in bed that night and he tells me about child hood memories and things he would do. We laugh at how he really hadn't changed much.
I roll over and look at him, "So, how many girls have been in this bed."
"That is something you don't need to know. Maybe none, maybe hundreds." he says and laughs.
That is something we don't bring up, our past relationships. We haven't even discussed 'our' future, if there is one. When we first started seeing each other and I googled him I saw pictures of past flames. Beautiful girls. I felt inferior. I had to push that out of my head because he obviously liked me. I had exes but no one of any importance. Never would of thought of a future with them.
Thursday we hung out with his family and his mom brought down old pictures to show me much to his begging and pleading not to. We all had a good laugh. One in particular he kept out and to the side. He asks his mom if he can keep it. She of course says yes.I had a wonderful time and am somewhat sad to leave. They feel like family. He packed everything back in the car and head back.
I only have two more days in London. We are set to see Buckingham palace tomorrow and Saturday I will have to work some to get things ready for Germany and pack. I'm not ready to leave.
Friday flew by so fast. We went out for a nice dinner that night. I had found a gorgeous fitted navy outfit at Harrods and was so excited to wear it and be seen with him wearing it. He looked dashing and dressed in navy also, hair slicked back, beard trimmed some, I secretly hoped we would be photographed.
As we exited the car the photographers were there and took lots of pictures. We didn't stop and pose for any, they were just taken. Liam had invited the other guys to join us if they could make it. Louis and Harry were the only ones who were local to do so. Louis brought his girlfriend, Harry, stag.
We sat and ate and enjoyed a good laugh for the evening.
All evening I have a nagging pain in my stomach, not exactly sure what is causing it - Leaving tomorrow, and being in a country where I dont speak the language with out Liam. I'm just not sure.
We go back to the hotel and he senses something is bothering me.
"Whats wrong love?"
"I'm not really sure. I guess its me leaving."
"You do know I am flying out there before you leave, don't you?" He says as he holds me.
"Yes, I really don't want to go, but . . .. I'm enjoying it here, don't get me wrong, but I feel homesick."
"Perfectly normal. You're supposed to be. I get homesick even with all the traveling I do."
I lay into him and he holds me. He rests his chin on my head and we sit there in the quiet.
"Wow, that's a sound I don't hear often, silence".
I get up and face him on my knees and lean in to kiss him. In one fluid motion he pulls me close and were laying on the bed.
"Do you think you have the same neighbors as when you first arrived?"
"I have no idea."
"Well, if you do, lets give them a repeat and if not, something for their listening enjoyment." He smiles and starts undressing.

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