Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Two

Im sitting in Gary Barlows car. Yes, actually sitting inside Gary Barlows car as he pulls away from the garage and back out onto the dual carriageway. 
Theres a soft silence roll of down towards the main road, but not an awkward one.
"So what you doing up here?" Again, im taken aback by my confidence, talking to Gary Barlow like hes an old mate.. i mean, Jesus, this is slightly surreal.
"Visiting mam..." He smiles, "You know how it is im sure...When i get a few days off i like to come up here to just relax, you know?"
I nod slowly, he seems so relaxed, just casually sat behind that wheel, looking over in my direction occasionally and making me blush every time. Whilst his eyes are on the road it gives me the perfect opportunity to eye him up properly. Hes wearing a tight, black, round neck, T-shirt that hugs his beautiful chest and biceps. Oh Lord those biceps. I struggle to contain my shallow breathes. Shit, hes going to think your a nutter Libby! But really,those biceps, they're proper mans arms. Big and strong and- Okay enough about his fucking arms...moving on... My eyes gaze down his body, over his flat torso to rather satisfying bulge. Okay! Stop now Libby you creepy pervert! But man does he wear those jeans well, the fabrics pulled tight over his thighs. Those lovely mucely thighs, wouldnt i just love to-
"So what are you up to up here then?" Gary's soft tone brings me back from my rather inappropriate thoughts. I attempt to clear my throat.
"Oh me? I came up here for my brothers wedding, been staying with my parents all week." I smile, trying to disguise my lust for this man in front of me.
"ah, i see." Gary smiles, showing off a perfect set of white teeth. "And you? you married yourself?"
"Oh, nooo." i chuckle.
"Nooo?" Gary smirks.
I shake my head, suddenly embarrassed. "That surprises me Libby..." Jesus, he said my name. "...a lovely looking girl like yourself, not married?" Gary looks across at me with a raised eyebrow. oh my god. he is hot.
"yeah, well..." I smile. "Apparently im a nightmare to live with."
"Oh you should try living with me!" Gary laughs. Yes Gary. I would like that very much. His eyes are on the road again now but hes still talking, and im talking back. Actually, we're both talking like we're old friends that haven't seen each other for a while. Its lovely. He's lovely.

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"...Libby...Libby?....Libby..." Someones calling  my name. No, leave me to sleep, im tired! "Libby?..." There it is again, that soft northern tone, floating through my dreams. I stir, my eyes fluttering open. Holy mother of- Gary Barlow is smiling at me! He's in the same tight slate grey t-shirt as my dream. Holy Cow i wasnt dreaming...
It takes me a few seconds to come back to reality.
"We're just outside Oxford." He smiles, handing me a cup of coffee from Costa. We're at a service station.
"Thanks." I murmur, my voice still thick with sleep. "I sorry i feel asleep..."
"Eh, dont worry about it." Gary smiles. Jesus that smile, it just melts me... "I thought it might be handy if you told me where you lived?" He continues. I smile back at him.
"Yea, that might be useful." I smirk. "474. Archway road."
He nods as if hes satisfied. "Not far from me..."
"Oh really?" I ask him. Of course i already knew this, but i cant have him knowing the kind of crazy stalker i am can i?
"No, not far at all, about 20 minuets actually." Gary carries on talking as he puts the keys back into the ignition and slowly pulls away.
"So, no one in your life then?" Bloody hell! You really went for that didnt you Libby?! Gary doesnt seem phased by my personal question though.
"There was." His answer is short and leaves me curious to say the least.
"Oh. Can i ask what happened?..."
"She left me."
"What?!" I nearly choke on my coffee. She left him?! Who in their right mind leaves Gary Barlow?!
"Like i said," he smiles, knowing hes about to answer my unspoken question. "You should try living with me."
"You cant be that bad Gary." I grin to myself, nestling backing into the comfy leather seats.
"You have no idea Libby." His tone gives nothing away, but i can see he's grinning.
"And a good looking man, like yourself, hasn't found anyone else?" I ask. His neck whips round like lightening so hes looking at me with that lopsided smile. "What?!" I giggle.
"You think im good looking?" Gary raises an eye brow.
"Doesn't everyone?" I smile. Shite this is embarrassing. Of course i think hes good looking! Hes fucking hot!
"I dont know, i asked you." Gary tries to suppress his smile this time.
"Okay..Yes, i think your very good looking." I laugh, trying to disguise my sheer embarrassment. Gary just nods as his eyes return to the road once more.

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About 45 minuets later we pull up outside my house. Man it feels good to know im home. Gary gets out of the car and pulls open the passenger door.
"Always a gentlemen?" I smile, sliding out of the car.
"I try, most of the time." He winks, and then theres that lopsided smirk again.
"Well, then..." I start. "Thanks for the lift and everything Gary." I dont want to leave. I dont want him to leave. Oh my god, why did i have to sleep through 2 hours of being in a car with Gary Barlow?! Its not exactly everyday that happens is it?!
"Its my pleasure!" Gary grins, striding back over to his car door. "I guess ill see you around then?"
"Ye." I manage a smile.
"Bye!" He shouts, slipping back into his slick black sports car with an easy grace, flashing the headlights once as he pulls out, giving way to a Yellow Mini Cooper and following in behind, gliding down the street until his round the corner and out of sight. Truly gone, my surreal afternoon over, and as i close the front door to and let out the heavy breath i didnt realise i was holding, i cant seem to shake the deflated feeling crawling its way across my sunburnt chest.