Until Next Time (Liam Payne)

All work and no play makes for a very busy yet boring life. Work, home, sleep is all my existence consists of. I often catch myself in a dream, staring out into oblivion thinking about Vegas - him. Twenty four hours was all I had with him, but what a day that was! Had it only been 5 days? It seemed like an eternity. But I must snap myself back into reality, especially while at work or they will think I'm on something. So much to do before my next presentation, Dallas to be exact. I had a week, give or take, between cities to allow me to prepare for each one. My cell phone rings and I answer with out looking at the called ID.
"I cant stop thinking about you."
What is it about that British accent? It gets me every time. I become a pool of jello in an instant.
"Same here, has it only been 5 days?"
"Have you looked over your schedule? Would you be able to make this Friday's show? We will only be there a day and a half so we wouldn't have much time together, but anything is better than nothing right?"
"Actually Friday would be perfect. I can take the day off and have the weekend to recover."
"I'll need your email address to send you the info for plane, transportation and pick up."
"Business or personal?"
"Either or both will be fine".
I send both to him in a text. Seconds later my computer chimes letting me know I have received an email. I open it.
"Well, that was fast." Everything was broke down into timed segments.
"Wow"
"I know its rather overwhelming. but everything I do while on tour is down to the minute or less."
"No, its fine. Just caught me off guard."
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine.I'll have to get in the right frame of mind for Friday."
"Don't sweat it. Don't get so wrapped up in it that you don't enjoy yourself. Once it starts, it flows."
"OK, I"ll be fine. I'm excited! Cant wait!"
"Great! I'll see you on Friday. Bye love".
And he was gone. Now to get a better look at this schedule. Well, I am being picked up at my place. So I don't have that to worry about. By the looks of this I'm on a charter plane.Nice. Pick up at airport. Drop off at hotel. Pick up from hotel. Drop off at stadium. WOW! After that is open. Today is Tuesday so that gives me two days to plan. Right now I have to work.
Wednesday and Thursday dragged by. Friday as a personal day approved - score. I wake up ready to get the day started. For a day off its going to be hectic. For starters mani and pedi are on the books. Bright red to match 'One Direction' on the shirt. Next, hair salon for a quick trim and carefree loose curls. I casually look at my watch, right on time. I have enough time to get a bite to eat and back home. I finish throwing a few things in my suitcase. I stand looking into my closet. To pack a cocktail dress or not? Better to ere on the side of caution. I pack it and matching shoes. Oh and I almost forget my trip to VS yesterday, the black lacy bra and pantie set. In the suit case it goes. Finished. I take everything down stairs in time to see a limo pull up outside. Boy, am I going to be the talk of the neighborhood. I can hear the little old ladies talking now. The chauffeur takes my bag and opens the door for me and to the airport we go.
Charter plane, or jet I should say. Nice. I decide I'll take a nap because I'm sure I will need it and be glad I took one later. I can sense we are descending and I wake up and ask the stewardess where we are. New Jersey. Another new one for me. Upon landing I am ushered to a SUV that is to take me to the hotel where I can check in, drop my things off, change and freshen up if I need to. Did I mention, this schedule is crazy. He was right, right down to the minute.We arrive at a high rise hotel, check in and head to the room. I change into some dark skinny jeans, white wedges and my newly acquired 1D t shirt that makes me smile whenever I look at it. Freshen up my face, run my fingers through my hair and apply some light lip stick for color. Now the butterflies are back. I make my way down to the lobby to meet with the driver to be taken to the concert. While on the way I am handed a lanyard with an all access pass attached and told to keep it visible at all times. Allrighty then.
We pull around to the back of the stadium. Buses and tractor trailers all lined up. Gates placed around here and there. Security guards stop and check everyone coming in. We are motioned through. As we pull closer I see a bunch of guys out playing soccer, or as they call it football. I don't know if I will ever get used to that. We pull around and one guy breaks away from the game and jogs towards us. Its Liam. Shirt off, shorts,all hot and sweaty and looking very sexy. He approaches with a huge smile on his face and greets me with a hug, well, started to til he remembers he is rather sweaty.
"So glad you are here, I'll introduce you to everyone in a little while."
He grabs his shirt and a towel and we walk in. He asks how my flight was, the hotel and the ride over. He cordially says hello to everyone that we walk by and shakes hands with a few. He introduces me to some ladies and leaves me in their care while he goes and showers. One is responsible for the food and asks me if I'm hungry. I'm too excited to be hungry so I decline food but would like a water. She returns with a bottled water and two more ladies right behind her to meet me. Good thing I am good with names and faces. She takes me back to a room full of chairs, tables, food, you name it, everything and everyone is back there. They ask me where I am from, my age, what I do for a living, really any question they could think of. Some people stay in the back ground unsure of me, but that's OK, they don't know me, nor I them. Who knows, they probably think I'm in this for the money or his name. Like I said, they don't know me.
Liam returns after taking a shower and is dressed in a bathrobe of sorts, struck me as odd, but oh well. He rescues me from everyone and fixes himself some tea and something light to eat and offers me some, I cant, too nervous,excited, I really don't know, but I cant eat. A bunch of commotion is being made down the hall as the rest of the guys start pouring in. Some head to the showers, some to the food. Thank goodness I did my research so I know who is who in the group. Niall is first to sit down. Introduces himself and proceeds to eat and ask questions about me. Obviously no one really knows too much about me, just my name. I answer him and ask him a few things. A very nice guy, love his Irish accent. As the other guys come in, I get the same questions, just at different times, which starts to become a joke. Harry I have met, quite the charmer. Louis, the funny guy, super sweet and Zayn has a mysterious look to him, very sweet though.
After they all had eaten and showered it was time to start getting ready. What to wear, hair, shoes and things I had no idea that had to be done. Then there was press and meet and greets with VIP and photos. I stood in the back and watched with amazement. Someone would come in every so often with a countdown til stage. When it was about time to go on Liam came over and let me know someone was going to take me to a press box and hoped I enjoyed the show. I smiled and went with the usher.
I arrived at the box just in time for the opening 'film'. Then they come out. The place goes wild! I have never heard such a noise in my entire life. Even football games are not this loud. I am now glad I bought their music on I tunes. I know every song and sing along. No, not up jumping around acting like a teenager but enjoying it all the same. Liam is working the stage, a good dancer, wonderful singer, the crowd responds to him well. As I watch I wonder if he knows where I am. Then think that I am probably the last thing on his mind, he has so much to do out there. While singing one of the songs he points right to where I am. He knows. I almost giggle. Confetti and streamers are everywhere. This was definitely a night that will go under 'I'll never forget when . . '.
After the show I was escorted back stage and to a SUV. I was told the guys had already left and were headed to the hotel and were probably already there. When I arrive I am taken around back and shown to the elevator and up to my floor. The door opens and the guys are all there having a laugh about something that is obviously 'guy humor' because they keep it to themselves. In the floor laughing, so it must have been good. Liam waves them off and goes with me to my room.
No sooner than the door is shut he pushes me to the wall and starts kissing me. A wild animalistic passionate kiss. So this is what performing does to him. A knock at the door.
"Liam, you have my key."
He opens the door and throws it out. then the sound effects start. Its all we can do not to laugh out loud. They go into their rooms and hall is quiet again. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and as we are kissing he walks us over to the bed. No foreplay tonight. He lays me on the bed, strips down. As he is, I am too. We cant get our clothes off fast enough. He is in me and pushing before i can catch my breath. Oh my! Pure unadulterated sex! Hes pushing hard. My hips meet his with every push. I cant get enough of him. I'm sure if there are people next door they are hearing every bit of this, but I don't care. I want more. Unfortunately sex like this doesn't last long. We are both breathing heavy, in sync, my head goes back and I come or explode or erupt and scream. He moans and comes soon afterward.
He rolls off of me and just lays there. We are covered in sweat. Exhausted.
"Oh. My. God." is all I can say
""I agree" is his answer
We just lay there. He moves next to me and kind of snuggles up next to me.
"I'm glad you made it tonight. Its easier coming to the hotel when you have someone to share it with."
I turn my head and kiss his forehead.
"Anytime".
We shower together but were too tired to do anything else. I notice his bag in my room and point to it.
"Yeah, I didn't think I'd be in my room much tonight so I had it put here."
We get dressed and order up room service. He turns on the TV to an action movie and asked if I mind, I do not so we watch it while eating.
"Do you want me to wake you before I have to leave in the morning?" he asks with a half frown on his face.
"Why yes, what time are you talking about?"
"Nine. We have to leave by 10."
"Of course I do."
He gets up and goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth and I follow. Wash my face and put on moisturizer. He heads to bed, reaches and turns the light off on his side. I do the same. Its pitch black in the room. He starts making hitting movements looking for me and hits me in the face and laughs.
"There you are"
"After you knock my teeth out"
Were laughing together and his lips finally find mine.
"Goodnight love"
"Goodnight"
I don't think that will ever get old.

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