Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Six

When i open my eyes im in a huge bedroom, im not sure what colour it is because its dark in here. The curtains are drawn and i have no idea what time it is. I roll over to get comfy again. HOLY HELL. Gary Barlow is sleeping soundly by my side. That's when i remember the whole extravaganza of the night before...Jesus christ Libby. You've had sex with Gary Barlow...
I spot a small alarm clock on Garys bedside table, but i cant make out the time from over here. Scanning the room for my clothes, i quickly lean out of bed, scoop them up and wrestle myself back into my underwear. I nestle back down under the covers and drift off back to sleep.

The next time i open my eyes bright light pours into the room through the curtains. As catch my bearings im aware that theres a face grinning at me; i know exactly who it is of course.
"Morning." I whisper, turning to face Gary.
"Sleep well?" He smiles, hes propped up on his elbow, the covers just above his waist so i can see his chest. Im going to pass out... I just nod in response, trying desperately to prevent myself from throwing myself at him.
"Good," He grins. Oh Lord that lopsided grin. I really am going to pass out! "Shall i go and make us a cuppa then?"
"That would be lovely, thank you Gary." I smile. He slips himself from under the covers and to my disappointment hes got his boxers on. I pout and him, but he just shrugs, then grins and leaves the room.
I cant help but feel way too pleased with myself. You've just spent the night with Gary Barlow Lib. Holy fuck.

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"So," Gary smiles, sitting down opposite me at his kitchen table. "What do you want to do today?"
"Oh, so your not kicking me out then?" I smirk, i know this is the third time ive seen him, but for some reason i just feel so comfortable with Gary.
"Why would i kick you out?" He grins. "You were the best sex ive ever had."
Im sure i blush scarlett at his comment. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I force myself to make eye contact and his grinning, i cant help but grin back at him. Gary has such an infectious smile.
"So." He repeats. "What do you want to do today?"
"Well, id like to go home and grab some more clothes first." I begin, Gary nods.
"And then?"
"And then whatever you want to do." I smile.
"Alright then, lets go." Gary grabs my hand, dragging me up from the table and out of the front door.

"Whats the rush?!" I giggle, fastening my seat belt.
"You'll see." Hes doing that grin lopsided thing again. Gahh. "Grab some old clothes okay? Ones that you wouldnt mind getting mucky?"
"Why?..." I narrow my eyes at him. "What have you got planned?"
"Ive told you, you'll see!" He grins, nodding towards my front door. "Go and grab some clothes and ill pick you up again in about 10 minuets okay?"
"Cant you just wait here, ill be 2 seconds?!"
"No, i need to stop of somewhere, ill be 10 minuets, i promise." Hes smirking, hes messing with me. What the hell is he planning?!
"Why?..." I ask cautiously.
"You. Will. See." He grins, pulling away, leaving me standing on the driveway shaking my head.

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Sure enough, 10 minuets later Gary pulled up at the bottom of the driveway in his little black sports car.
"Successful trip?" I smile, climbing in besides him. Id swapped the little black evening dress for an old pair of track suit bottoms and a T-shirt and packed some jeans a nicer top in my bag just in case. Gary threw me a satisfied nod. "You look lovely."
"Oh fuck off!" I laugh. Oh my god, did i just swear at Gary Barlow?! Are people allowed to do that?!
"No serious Libby!" He smiles, pulling away from the roadside. "You look lovely. You always do."
"Your a cutie, arent you Gary?" Where the fuck did that come from?!
"You think so?..." He raises an eyebrow at me. He is. A utter cutie. A hot cutie as well...Yeah, thats a good combination.
"Yes." I nod. "Very much so."

We pull onto Garys huge driveway and i go to clamber out.
"No, stay here a second." He smiles sweetly. I sigh and sit back down on the comfy leather seats. Seriously, what the hell is he doing? I hear Gary fiddle around in the boot then dissapear into the house for a few minuets before reamerging moments later and beckoning me in. I climb out of the car and stride over to Gary.
"What the hell are you doing?" I laugh "Just tell me!"
He doesnt say anything, instead he just takes my hand and leads me into the house.
"Gary tell me what we're doing!" I laugh.
"I need your help." He smiles and opens a door leading to a decent sized room. Its his studio. Oh my. Its full of Gadgets, wires, computes, laptops, keyboards- non of which i understand. The room is painted all white and looks kind of like a hospital, not really my taste. Im confused.
"What do you mean, you need my help? I dont get it?" I turn to him, he just grins at me. "Gary!" I hit him on the arm playfully.
"You sure your up for it?" For fucks sake man!! Stop with the lopsided grin, do you want to kill me?!
"Yes!" I laugh, i really have no idea what hes on about.
"Alright then..." Gary smiles, pulling two paint brushes and a tin of red paint of from behind his back.