Wasted || Liam Payne

Chapter 24

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Sydney 

Hickory Dickory Dock 

The Mouse ran up the clock 

The clock struck one 

The mouse ran down. 

Hickory Dickory Dock. 

But One and Down don't really rhyme, do they? 

And the clock struck one hours ago, but here I am, still slaving away at my desk, wishing for it to strike 5. 

The clock struck five. 

The mouse barely survived. 

Hickory Dickory Dock. 

I want Liam's.... 

"Have you finished with this evenings article yet?" 

I look at my nearly blank computer screen. 

"Just about." I respond to my editor.  

I have a habit of doing nothing all day because I write better under pressure. I know that if I wait until the last 30 minutes of the work day and rush something out, the end result will be perfect. Therefore I have no motivation to do anything other than read B-grade news articles about the boys that give yesterdays Twitter news as if it's a breaking story.  

I barely slept at all last night, and with their being another show tonight, Twitter is going crazy with updates on hotel information, restaurant siting's and "OH MY GAWDZZ!!! HEZ WEEARING A FLANNEL! DEADZZ!" posts.  

I do love my man in flannel though. And I can't help but imagine him in a blue flannel, walking through the woods, maybe with an axe slung over his shoulder. 

Damn lumberjack fantasies. But between his choice of attire and the length of his beard, my country roots tend to take over my imagination.  

If it weren't for his message to me this morning, the day would have been even more unbearable, but lucky me, I woke up to a simple, but sweet message: 

"Morning babe! Hope you slept well! Can't wait to talk to you tonight, have a good day at work."  

No mention of last nights conversation at all. Which is great, because that tells me that either 1. He prefers the "forgive and forget" method over direct confrontation, or 2. It was never a big deal to him and it was my own paranoid imagination that was making shit up. Unfortunately, I'm not willing to ask him to confirm, because I too, prefer to avoid confrontation. Which leaves my paranoid side wondering, but, he called me babe, and he said we'll talk tonight, so I'm going to focus on the positives. 

I wonder what he wants to talk about? 

No I don’t need to think like that. He said he “Can’t wait” which means it’s a good conversation. I’m sure he just wants to talk to me, guys don’t plan out conversations, and if they do they get nervous and they definetly don’t look forward to it.