Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

The next morning we wake up and pack to head back to Nashville. My parents drive us to the landing strip so we can meet up with Jeff. I swear we keep the man in business. We climb aboard and get settled. I'm still feeling whatever it was the doctor gave me to sleep, so I get comfortable to take a nap. He did prescribe me some sleeping pills, seems after talking to me, he gathered I wasnt getting enough sleep and wasnt destressing, go figure. Liam helps me get situated and then gets his computer and phone out.
Liam wakes me up when were almost to Nashville. Sitting next to me, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close.
"Are you going to be able to see me to the house or do you leave from here?" I ask, almost crossing my fingers he can take me home.
"I really need to leave from here. I'm missing rehearsals."
I know right now, I come second. I'm fine now, he doesnt have to worry about me. I just want him to stay.
He has arranged someone to pick me up and take me home, he does take care of me.
We kiss good bye and he literally gets off one jet and boards another.
I get in the door and are greeted by a huge vase of flowers. I walk over and pull the card off the plastic stem to see who they're from.
Until Next Time ~L
I smile and clutch the card to my heart, looking at the flowers. I notice a hand written note on the bar next to them. I take it and read,
Dropped these in for, well, you know who and noitced your fridge was bare so I got you few things til you can get to the store. See you soon, Laurel.
I open the refrigerator and sure enough she had bought me a few things. Good thing she pays attention to what I eat at lunch. I opened the freezer to see if I had anything was put in there and on the second shelf, Ben and Jerry's. She didnt know what I liked so she got different concoctions of chocolate. I laugh a little and grab one and make my way towards the silverware drawer to get a spoon. A spoon, who would have a thought a spoon, and make my way to the bedroom to unpack.
I never asked who packed my suit case but whoever did packed all my good undies and made sure the bras matched. I'm guessing my mom did this.
I listen to my voice mails and there are a couple from the wedding planner so I call her first. I need to pick out a photographer and get decorations squared away. I wish she had called while I was in Georgia, now I'll have to fly down there this weekend. I guess I'll fly out of Atlanta to Chicago for my meeting next week.
The next morning I wake ready to get back to work. I walk in and its as if nothing happened. Hell, they probably dont know what happened. Dont ask, dont tell.
I have most everything ready, just need to get a few more things added to the thumb drives and I'll be set. I make a few calls to some of our other offices to see how the new program is going and so far everything is good. The office that needed a complete over haul in advertising, not so good, but that is to be expected when people are let go or demoted. I pull up my calender and I'm set to be in London the last week Liam is in town. I doubt I will see very much of him, but at this point any time is good. Thats only in one month.
I hear my email chime and check it, its the wedding planner. She has sent me pictures of decorations and flower arrangements and web sites to visit for photographers. This will save me so much time and energy. I flip through the different pictures and give her first and second choices. She has also asked for the address of where it will beheld at so measurements can be taken and mapped out, I send her that. I then remember I need to call the Ritz that has a location on the lake nearby to make sure they can handle and room everyone. After talking with them, it is a good thing we chose the fall, people have already got off the lake and have closed up the lake houses until next summer.
My email chimes again, and she needs me to pick invitations, traditional or modern. I love the one with pictures, so I pick one of those, and send the pictue of us in Paris in an attachment. Font, background color, font color, and is the picture in a frame or the shadow of the invitation, is selected and sent to her also. When did this get so complicated? Thank you cards, sure send me a million, sarcastically speaking of course. Seating chart cards, seriously? No, not going that far. If you dont like someone, move, that simple. Programs, uhmm, its a wedding, do I seriously need all this? By the looks of it, who's singing and who everyone is. if poeple dont know everyone is, then they have no business at this wedding. Then there is my family, who dont know, and probably really dont care. But then again, I go ahead and order those also.
I need Liam, bad. I'm assuming the rest of the guys will be in the wedding and his friend Andy. I have my bridesmaids and maid of honor picked out. Flower girl, I was going to talk to Lou about Lux. Ring bearer, my friend in Nashville's son. Songs, John Legend's All of Me for sure, bridal march , Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring by a stringed quartet.
I text Liam.
Have you asked anyone to be your groomsmen? I kind of sort of need names.
Put the guys and Andy down.
DId you ask or you're telling them?
Telling
You're so kind
You love me anyway
Yes, I do
I click back on the tab and fill all the info out. At least I'm getting this out of the way. A new e mail. My bouquet, I send her a picture.
My phone chimes letting me know I have a text.
When do you need names and addresses
ASAP. I'll be in London the last week you are there. Maybe your mom can drive in and bring addresses or better yet, you call and get her to send them to me.
She would love to talk to you, why dont you call her?
Fine, I'll call her when I get home tonight. By the way, call your mom. She would love to hear from you.
I just might do that.
Our conversation ends and I have to get back to work.
Once home I need to start packing for my trip. I still have 2 days but I'd rather relax and look at other wedding things than pack. After packing I am more than happy to get back into my nightly routine of a glass of wine in my tub, chin deep in bubbles.
I slide in and I'm instantly in relax mode. Soft music playing on the Bose. My phone rings. I put it on speaker with out looking to see who it is.
"I just got off the phone with Mum and she is sending you names and addresses in the morning. How are you doing? "
"Just melting in the tub"
"Thats right, I didnt realize what time it was there. It's 1 AM here, were about to head out."
"Be careful and stay out of trouble. I dont want to hear about you tomorrow."
He laughs, "I'll try. Love you"
In the background I hear kissy noises and other noises. I dont even ask.
"Love you too"
We disconnect and I smile, content. The beginning of my week started off rough, thankfully its ending much smoother.
I get out of the bath and start getting ready for bed and my phone rings again, its my mom.
"I hope I didnt wake you."
"No mom, you didnt."
"How are you doing?"
"Good . . ." I can tell she's is either wanting to tell me something or is about ot ask me a loaded question.
"You're dress came today"
I squeal. "DId you open it?"
"No, its not mine to open. It will stay in the box til you come back down."
Three months.

Notes

It's kind of short, but things are building.

No pictures today - sorry. Maybe tomorrow.