Wasted || Liam Payne

Chapter 25

|| Hey guys, I just want to give a HUGE appology for how long it took me to update this chapter. It was a tough chapter for me to write, and I hope the fact that it is more than twice as long as any chapter I've ever written will make up for it! Please excuse any errors, after spending 6 weeks writing the this, the last thing I wanted to do when I was finished, was read back through it all to check for errors. So since this is already increadibly long, just wanted to remind you guys about my blog: www.jamiejeanzz.com (where I give a fairly suitable reason as to why I was struggling with writing this chapter) and for those of you who don't check my profile - my twitter and insta name is @1D_inLA ||

Sydney 

Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm not in this for the perks. I fell in fan-love with Liam over hours of countless interview clips and senseless tweets. The clueless boy with immense determination, the desire to be mature with a child's heart, and those sweet puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. There's no denying that I truly care about Liam. 

But there's also no denying how nice it was to drink freely without worrying about how I was going to get home. Despite the fact that I had to call in sick the next day and take public transportation to retrieve my vehicle that’s now been ticketed for overnight parking, I still had a great night out with Rae and Julian. If this is the carefree lifestyle that I can expect from dating - talking? I still don't know - with Liam Payne, than who am I to complain.  

Unfortunately taking 2 days off last week for the concerts, and calling in sick yesterday, leaves me going in to the office to catch up on a Saturday morning. At least I have the office to myself. I turn my music up, close the shades, remove my shoes, and begin reading articles backwards, checking for missing comma's.  

It isn't long before my mind wanders back to yesterday (oh I believe, in yester.... no? anyone?). I'm so easily distracted. This is why I never get anything done. I change my ipod to some Beetles tunes, just go get it out of my system.  

Yesterday the boys had another show in Texas, but Liam still managed to talk on the phone with me while I curled under my blanket nursing my hangover. I was so embarrassed when he told me I had called him the night before. I don’t remember any of it but he assured me that I didn’t say anything to scare him off or make him think I’m crazy.  

  

He told me how boring being cooped up in hotel rooms and tour busses can get after so much time on the road, and that to pass up the time, he’s decided to begin reading Harry Potter.  

  

My heart literally melted, not only did he remember my favorite book, but he’s actually reading it in an attempt to take interest in something I love. As if being a fucking member of One Direction isn’t enough, he’s going to delve into the world of my only other obsession. He asked me questions about the characters and the plot line and asked me to explain things he didn’t understand and it was absolute heaven. I am so easy to please and he did the ultimate gesture. When it was time for him to head to the stadium, he even made a kissy noise over the phone. Shut up I know how lame and mushy that sounds, but I loved it and just the thought brings flutters back to my heart.  

I woke up this morning to a message he had sent after the show last night just saying good night and he’d talk to me tomorrow.  

Which hasn't happened yet. I'm not trying to play games, but, I'm hoping he'll send a second text, so it doesn't seem like I reply all the time. Show that I'm busy, have a life, and don't think about him 24/7. Hell who am I kidding, I thought about him 24/7 even before I met him, now it's like 60/1. A second doesn't go buy that he isn't some how on my mind.