I'm so excited! My baby is on tour! The best part is... He's letting me go with him! That's what I said a couple of months ago.
I found out that all they mainly do is rehearse and look around... without me. I love them and all, but I'm starting to feel like the sixth wheel here.
"Come on Liam! Please let me come with! I thought we were supposed to have fun." I told him later that day. They were going to The Mall of America, and told me that I would get to mobbed. Yeah right. They would more likely get mobbed than me. The only person that is on my side is Louis. He thinks it would be fun for all six of us to hang out.
I haven't seen them in forever, so I don't understand why they don't want to catch up. I might as well take a plane back home and hang out with some of my own friends. At least they would want to do stuff with me.
• • •
It's the last concert of the tour, and I'm really pumped. They have done so well, and come so far. It will be sad to see it come to an end, but we get to go back home for a bit, so that's good.
The crowd is blasting my eardrums out. I can barley hear the boys during Little Things. Their concert was going great, the crowd was into it, and so were they. I recorded all of Liam's solos, knowing he would want to hear how he sounded later.
Only five songs left. They are so close, yet so far. With Louis goofing off after every song, the concerts practically two times longer.
Four songs.
Three songs.
Two songs.
One song.
The confetti drops, the crowd cheers, the boys go down to the backstage, running towards the tour bus.
What if they drive off without me? What will I do? How will I survive? So many questions, so many things to worry about, but not a lot of time. I'm pushing through the crowd, trying to get backstage. When I finally get there, I show the security guard my pass, run down the hall, that's like a giant maze, until I find my way out.
I expected to find no one there, but I was wrong. Liam was standing there, flowers in his hands, his arms out ready for a hug. I ran into them, squeezing his body tight.
"You did it!" I mumbled into his shoulder.
"We did it" he mumbled back.
We ran towards the tour bus, both exhausted from the run. The driver started the engine, and towards our jet we went.
• • •
The ride back home was full of sleeping and eating. We were all tired and happy to be heading home. Only a couple of minutes left until we get back.
I ran off of the jet, eager to get in the limo and home. I kept telling Liam to hurry up, otherwise I would fall asleep. He slowly got in the limo, slowly put his seatbelt on, and slowly leaned in for a kiss.
I fell asleep in his arms, thinking happy thoughts. About hugs, kisses, and flowers by my bed. I got suddenly interrupted.
"Honk! Honk!'", Liam yelled in my ear. "We're home sweetie. Wakie wakie."
He gently rubbed my shoulders, until I opened my eyes. He smiled at me, his brown eyes looking into mine. I got up, out of the limo, and into my lovely house. It was decorated with hearts, flowers, and ribbons.
" This is what truer love looks like" he said.
"Yes, it is. That's the best kind of love there is."
He leaned in for a long, juicy kiss. One that will be in my heart forever.
