Wait For Me

Show Yourself

Another day, another hotel room- and yet things still felt the same. I wonder how long it would take me to get used to the schedule of touring with these men. Though, with the way their days leading up to shows were free to do their own thing in their down time- was there really a schedule to get used to? 

Running my fingertips of the top of the desk that sat pressed against the wall, I sighed as I moved through the room towards the windows. Unfortunately, this room didn't have a balcony so I would have to go down and outside whenever I wanted to smoke. Not only that, but it seemed like we were much higher up now. When looking down towards the sidewalks, the people walking among them looked like ants from this distance. 

Hearing a knock on the door, I pulled myself away from the window. I couldn't help but feel slightly confused, knowing that in the past it seemed like any of the six men had simply barged into the room after knocking. I would have to make a mental note at each hotel we stay at to confiscate any extra rooms keys. 

Pulling the door open, however, I probably shouldn't have been surprised at who was standing on the other side. 

"Oh, so you do know how to knock instead of just waltzing in uninvited." I huffed, looking up at the singers face. I watched as his eyes trailed over me for a few seconds before coming back up to land on my face. "When you left us in the lobby you said you were coming to shower, I was only being polite. Unless you would like me to barge into your room while you're only in a towel?" He smirked as he spoke. 

Motioning down to the clothes I wore, the same ones I had put on this morning, I sighed. "As you can see, I am fully dressed- I have yet to have time to shower. I got distracted by the view." I explained. 

"Would you like me to leave? I can go away just long enough for you to shower and come back and catch you in a towel- or less." There was a playful, teasing tone to his voice. I found myself smiling ever so slightly at it. "No, you big idiot. What did you want?" I chuckled, shaking my head. 

"I am going to get some dinner. Come with me?" While the words themselves were not formed as a question, the inflection in his voice was. I shouldn't be surprised, it seemed like all of the men where going out constantly. Either for food, or exploring, or partying. Different situations for each man. "Who else is going?" I questioned. 

"Just me. Everyone else is too tired." 

Flashes of the other time Till and I had been alone together came crashing to the front of my mind. How close we were. 

His chest pressed against my own. His fingers gripping my hips tightly. His breath on my face. The desire I had to feel him pressed against me again. To feel his lips on mine. To have him holding me against him. 

"Let me grab my phone." I breathed out with a small nod of my head.

****

Sitting across from Till, I could feel the smile on my lips as I pushed the last few crumbs of food on my plate around with my fork. 

I will admit, upon leaving the hotel with him earlier, I was a bit nervous. I didn't know what to say or how to feel about going out with him when it was just the two of us. Based off of our previous interactions, I fully expected to spend an evening getting mocked or teased and eventually getting pissed off enough to storm of our the building and walk my happy ass back to the hotel. 

"Flake said you play piano?" Till asked suddenly, changing the subject of our conversation. I wasn't surprised that Flake had told someone about what happened in the music store, though I was surprised it took this long for it be brought up. And that Till was the one questioning me about it. 

"I haven't actually played in a long time. What Flake heard was just, well, I don't know what it was." I sighed, dropping the fork down onto the plate.  "Why don't you play anymore?" He questioned me.