Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

I arrive at the Bellagio, its just as I remember it, but this time I take more in, the lighting, decor, and sounds. I close my eyes and breathe in. There it is, that feeling, that giddy school girl feeling I felt knowing he would be meeting me. Not this time, I still smile, because it happened. The bellhop joins me, its very busy today, so we head up to the suites to drop my things off. I walk into the room and I believe it is the same one. I start unpacking and getting things situated. I decide I'll head down and get a bite to eat. I walk through the hotel smiling, I just cant wipe it off. I eat my meal and sit so I can watch what is going on outside the restrauant. A newly wed couple have just arrived and are still in their ceremony clothes. One day, maybe.
After eating I decide to head to the casino and see what all this about. I find a place to sit at one of the slots, put my money in and pull the handle, I break even. I purposely brought money to gamble with so, here it goes. I sit there a couple of hours just enjoying watching the coins fall. The time limit I put on my self is up so I go for one more time. A win. I get my winnings and go to cash out. Five thousand dollars, I only brought two hundred to gamble with. I take the money and head back up to my room.
I look at the clock and do the math to see about what time it is in Australia, roughly 10 AM. They are all probably still asleep, but even if he were awake I'd want him to call, they are super busy.
I get my computer out and all the paper work to make sure its all in order, count the thumb drives, and total of packets, all here. I almost have a nervous feel, but I get this everytime the night before. I make sure my clothes are presentable and have everything ready.
I take a shower and climb into bed. I situate the pillows so I can sit up and watch TV. There is a CSI marathon on so I get comfy and watch. I've always been intrigued by forensics and could have probably gone in that profession had I not chosen advertising. I've read all of Patricia Cornwells books and cant wait for the next one to come out. She makes being a coroners sound almost fun.
At 11 I decide to send Liam a text. 'In Vegas, just as I remember. Going to bed, thinking of you'. I lay the phone down, reach over and turn off the lamp, my phone chimes. 'Just getting started, who said you could go to bed?' My phone rings.
"The clock said I needed to go to bed"
"Oh really. We just got through with sound check, about to go get ready."
"I wish I was there. I'm really missing you."
"Normally I would say to stay away from social media but if any pictures are taken by fans they show up on a site called tumbler, thats T-u-m-b-l-r. But I warn you, you may see and read things you wish you hadn't. I'm just saying this to protect you. There are a lot of people who genuinely hate us and you, our girlfriends."
"Ok, I may think about it then. I dont know. I may and may not" I mull it over in my mind a little. I would like to see pictures of him preforming but I dont want to see hate. What have they done to anyone to cause hate? I dont understand that.
"I need to get ready, you know how our time schedule is, talk to you later Love."
"Knock 'em dead" and the line disconnects.
Interesting. I'm going to sit and think about that one. I'm always wary about what I look up on him, hence I never do.
After each meeting this week I go out and get a bite to eat and do some site seeing. I've toured most of the famous casinos, went shopping, went to some popular bars and have seen a show. I went to Coyote Ugly and had a couple of drinks to see if it was like the one in Nashville and it was very similar. Decided I go to the Excaliber to see The Thunder from Down Under and was pleasantly surprised. Good looking men that could dance and strip. Though through it all I kept comparing them all to Liam, the Brit I had, and didnt have to pay to see to strip and dance. I left a little hot and bothered wishing when I walked into my room he would be there.
It's Thursday night, only one more day. I decide to look on my calender to see if he has a show tonight and he does not. The show has me thinking of him constantly, I'm sure my cab driver thinks I'm on drugs the way I'm in a daze.
I get back in my room and decide to text him with a pic looking out of my window over the strip. A few moments later a pic from him holding a koala bear. I take a selfie and send it to him with a note "wish you were here". He texts back with them same message and added, "so you could enjoy all this with you". I sit on the bed and think about what to text next, a smile creeps across my face. I take my top off and reveal only the black lace bra I have on, snap a pic and send it. "Shit! give me warning when you send stuff like that, the guys could have seen that and one probably did." I laugh a little. I take off my pants and go to the bathroom mirror and take a picture of my butt showing my thong, and do some cropping. Before I send it I text the word 'next' to him to give him warning, and send the pic. A text, "Please stop, I am not somewhere that I can handle this." I cant tell if he's serious or just kidding, so I'll do one more just to see. I take a pic of the front of my panties and send it. "If you dont I'm going to have to excuse myself, these jeans are getting very uncomfortable". I laugh and text him. "Fine, let me know when you are able to handle the rest." Another text, "One more please." I text a full body. That should hold him a little. "Fuck", the final text.
I go to bed laughing at my shenanigans and quite proud of myself. Around 2 AM my phone chimes. I pick it up and slide the screen, he has sent me a pic of his left arm tats. He knows what gets me going. Another chime, right arm tat. The only others are his ankles, doubt he'll send those, and yet he does. I nod my head in amusement. "Want more?" I text him back "Of course" I get a pic of his chest, he has me giggling. I decide to up the anty and send a pic of my back with no bra on. I get one of his boxers, not on his body. This is getting interesting. I counter with a pic of my panties on the floor. He texts "You're killing me", a pic follows of his ass. I laugh out loud. I lay on the bed and try to get in the sexiest position I can muster and take a pic of my boobs. A chime, a pic of one of his nipples, a true comedian. I cross my legs and take a pic from my belly button down, nothing more. I get a pic of his hand trying to cover his cock. I decide to sit and and sit in a butterfly pose, barely showing anything, but just enough to send him over. I get in return a pic of him holding his cock, with a message, "I need relief". I call him.
He answers but all I hear is him breathing. I touch myself knowing what he is doing. He curses and I know it's over. "When is your break? I need you"
"In four weeks"
"I dont know if I can wait"
I sit on the bed naked, wishing I was there with him or him with me. What has this man done to me?
Friday is nothing more than questions and finalizing things. Were finiahed my lunch. I go to my room and nap and dream. Dream about him.

Notes

((sighs))