Since I Saw Him Last: A Gary Barlow Fanfic

Chapter Seven

I think I've found heaven. I opened my eyes; I could tell I slept with a smile on my face. I was still in Gary's bedroom. I was facing the bedside table to the right of his bed. I reached for my phone. 7.32am. 28% battery. I needed to make a move but I didn't want to go. I couldn't believe what happened last night; it was nothing short of pure ecstasy. Sleeping with someone for the first time is usually exciting but incredibly awkward; I couldn't say the same for what happened last night. It was as if we were communicating what we wanted from each other through our bodies, we didn't need words; the chemistry was enough to hold us together. I didn't know how Gary felt about our moment last night but I hoped he didn't see it as a temporary thing. The problem sleeping with your idol is dealing with the consequences. I was in love before I'd met him and after last night's exploration, my infatuation was only going to get worse. Even if he did want to see me again, it wouldn't be balanced, how could he ever feel the same way about me?

I rolled over to the middle of the bed. There, lying bare on his front was Gary. He was asleep, his mouth ajar a little and his right eyebrow slightly raised. Even in his sleep he can't relax it, I laughed to myself. This man is gorgeous beyond words. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world and wanted proof that this was real. I ran my fingers along his back and started pecking him on his right shoulder. He grumbled a little, opened his right eye first and then his left one. He croakily answered "Morning" and slowly turned to lie on his back, he yawned as he ran his fingers through his hair. I smiled. Gosh, even in the morning he's perfect! He closed his eyes again for a few moments and opened them again; he gave me that famous crooked smile. "Come here" he said still croaking. I lay back down and placed my head in the nook between his left shoulder and his head. "Last night was absolutely amazing," he said as he kissed my forehead. "How was it for you?" "I feel the same way," I said coyly. We lay there together for a few moments, my fingers stroking the hair on his chest. I broke the silence, "Gary, I have to leave soon." He waited a few seconds before responding "Okay," he said with reluctance. "We'll have to get you showered." He removed my arm from his chest and lifted himself up off the bed. He walked over to his shower room; I had the opportunity to gaze at his behind. Gary has one juicy bum! I heard him clear his throat as he turned on the tap. He peered his head and smiled cheekily "Are you coming or what?"

I sauntered into the shower room and checked myself in the mirror. What a mess! He opened the sliding door to the shower and offered his hand to help me in. He looks so sexy when he's wet! I washed my face and so did he; I turned around to wet my hair. "Turn around," Gary said as he lathered up some soap, he started massaging the soap into my body, my shoulders, my breasts, my legs and in between them. I did the same for him and noticed how hard he was, "I can't help it" he grinned. He lathered up some shampoo to wash his hair and then started to wash mine. After rinsing the soap and shampoo from our bodies, he pulled me over to him, skin on skin, he looked at me in a rather adoring way and kissed me. The last 24 hours had been the best moments of my life; I didn't want it to end. He stopped and leaned his forehead on mine "Do you have to go?" "Yes, I do. I have friends coming round and I really don't want you to get sick of me." "Why'd you say that?" he asked. "I'm sure you know that before last night, I was a rather big fan of yours!" I smirked. "I'm sure you can appreciate that I have a lot of questions running through my head." "Being?" If this were any other man, I wouldn't be asking these questions but the way I felt about him before meeting him had suddenly made this situation more burdensome. "Well..." I closed my eyes and breathed out heavily. "What did tonight mean to you and what does this mean for the future?" Gary looked serious; his eyebrow moved as he talked. "In the days before the band split up, I'd been with a number of girls, fans included. I'm more famous now and picking fans to sleep with, it's just not me. I haven't slept with a fan since I got back with the boys. You're the only one." I looked at him stunned, that didn't really answer my question. "But what does that mean for me, for us?" I asked sheepishly. "It means that I enjoyed myself and I'd like to see you again," he said with a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's get you home."

He walked out of the shower, handed me a towel and dried himself with another. He walked naked into his bedroom and put on a pair of jeans. This man goes commando? Damn, he looks sexy in a pair of jeans. As I was getting changed Gary called out, "I'm going to call Tony. He'll be outside in a bit." He peered his head around the doorway. "You sure you don't want to stay for some brekkie?" his eyebrows lifted as he smiled. "I'm sure Gary." I wanted to stay, I really wanted to. But I knew if I wanted some kind of relationship with him I would have to tread carefully. I would have to regulate my feelings somehow, right now that felt impossible. The only way I could achieve this would be to make our dates as short and sweet as possible, spending a weekend with him after a first date didn't seem like the best idea. I had to protect myself until I was sure of how he felt about me. I wanted him to want me the way I wanted him.

I was stirred from my thoughts by Gary's voice calling "Tony's here." I picked up my bag, walked out of the bedroom into the living area and up to his front door where he was standing. He pulled a playful sad face, I laughed and he laughed back. He gave me a long peck on my lips, "Natasha, I want you to know, I really like you." I didn't say anything back. "I'll give you a call. Take care now." He opened the door for me; I walked out and gave him a little wave. He blew me a kiss before shutting the door. Travelling down in the lift from the 23rd floor, I couldn't stop shaking my head.  When am I going to find out I've been dreaming all this time? I couldn't expect more from Gary than what he'd given me, a lovely evening, an invitation into his world and his honesty. I'll just have to be patient, I told myself.