Until Next Time (Liam Payne)

I didn't hear from him for a few days, which was good, because I was constantly working on my presentation for Vegas. Graphs, demographic numbers, ratios, flow charts, power point presentations and so much more, and then to have it all organized and in individual folders. Well, that was for someone else to do but I had to have it in order for them to do. When I did hear from him, it was a text, a picture text. I opened it. It was a picture of himself with a stadium full of people behind him. it chimed again, another text. This one a video of the crowd screaming and going crazy. I laughed out loud because it was just kind of funny to see it. Another chime. I open it, another video. He looks into the camera and says, "call you later". Actually, I could barely hear him from the noise, it was sweet though and that was what mattered.
I didn't make it a habit of taking my work home with me, but I still had a lot to do so I decided I would this time, to make sure I had it to take in to give to my secretary so she could get it all together in folders and booklets. About the time I was ready to pull my hair out my phone rang. It was my mom. She was calling just to say Hi and check up on me. The whole time I'm thinking to myself, if he calls, your history mom. Thankfully, we ended our conversation with out me having to cut it short. I finally got everything organized and put away. It was late and way past my bed time. I was going to feel it in the morning. My mind had gotten pre-occupied so I totally forgot about him saying he would call.
Is the phone ringing, or am I dreaming its ringing? Crap! It is ringing! I glanced at the clock, 3 AM! What the heck and who calls at that time of night?
"Hello?".
"Hello love.".
All anger and hostility, gone. A smile spreads a cross my face because now, I remember.
"How did you like my picture and videos?.
"I loved them! A little intimidating but loved them none the less.".
"You get used to it in a sense, but it never gets old and you never get over the nervous jitters before you go on stage. Sorry I'm calling so late. There is so much to do after a concert and time just got away from me.".
"That's Ok. I was busy with work and getting things done before I leave in a couple of days".
"Are we still on?"
"Of course we are. I cant wait."
"Just making sure youre not going to cancel on me".
I could hear the kidding in his voice and what I know was a smile on the other end.
"I have two concerts between now and then, so if you don't hear from me, don't worry. I'll be there. I'll let you know when I arrive."
"Gotcha."
"I'll let you get back to sleep. Sweet dreams."
"I'll talk to you later if not sooner".
We both hang up. Now how am I supposed to go back to sleep after that? I tossed and turned for I don't know how long, but somehow finally got back to sleep. When the alarm clock went off the butterflies were still in my stomach, so getting up really wasn't all that hard.

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