One Night in New York

Chapter Three

Waiting, nobody likes to wait for anything. It can sometimes be some of the most frustrating times in our lives. We wait for the food to arrive, the car to pick us up, for the other shoe to drop, or for the man you like, to finally call. Life sometimes seems to be one giant waiting game.

It was Sunday. He said he would see me tomorrow, but I was sitting at my house all day and with no phone call. But was I being obsessive over him? Maybe, but I really liked the guy. I knew we only had one moment, but he said he would see me the next day, and I was hoping he would stay true to his word.

Angie strutted around in her signature short shorts and tank top, with me looking like a frumpy housewife, lounging around in my bathrobe. "Seriously, Nat, get your butt up and stop waiting by the phone," she demanded.

"He said he would see me today, and nothing. Is it me?" I sat on the edge of my couch, with my fist balled up under my chin, waiting as I stared out the window.

"Snap out of it! He'll call!" She yelled at me as she laughed.

"Yeah, but it's three-thirty in the afternoon and no phone call," I pouted.

"Maybe, he got busy. You know how millionaires are," Angie said as she shimmied her shoulders.

"No, No, I have no clue how millionaires are. I never hung out with one before last night, Angie. And does your little dance mean they are all players? Cause that's what I got from that move of yours."

"Whatever, he'll call. Just get out of that bathrobe. You're making me depressed," Angie rolled her eyes as she turned, walking to her room.

There I sat, waiting for a call that would probably never come while hoping for a man I would probably never get. I did get dressed, though, as Angie had a very valid point, and I started to depress myself with how I looked. A nice pair of sweats and a ratted t-shirt is what I chose. Not a vast improvement, but at least I wasn't in a robe.

Angie ended up going out with Marcus while I watched Rom-Com's all day, hating my life, wishing he would call like he said he would. Ok, I didn't hate my life. That's a bit much, but I was upset about the situation. He never reached out to meet up. He left me hanging, wondering. Then a light bulb went off as I thought. "Maybe he wants me to come to him."

"Jesus, Natalie, why didn't you think about that before?" I jumped up and got myself dressed as that thought crossed my mind.

I changed out of my sweats and chose a pair of leggings and a FIT hoodie. It wasn't something that would woo him, but if he thought I was a fantastic person as he said, then he wouldn't care. I did decide to flat iron my hair, trying to remember how Angie did it for me. It wasn't a total disaster, and it looked better than my usually messy bun.

I hailed a cab and took the almost twenty-minute ride to his house from Market St. to Madison Ave. I was nervous, but I had a feeling he would be surprised and a good surprise, not a, what are you doing here, surprised.

As we approached his multi-million dollar condo, I had the cab driver drop me off a short distance back, needing to psyche myself up since I had never just shown up at a boy's house unannounced before. I stood there, staring as I braved myself to move closer, thinking only of ripping his clothes off like I had the night before. As I began to approach, I saw Liam, walking out of his building with some strikingly beautiful girl. I quickly turned around to walk away, but he immediately saw me.

"Natalie!" He yelled while I pretended it wasn't me.

"Natalie," Liam tried again as he got closer. He jogged his player self over towards me, lightly grabbing my shoulder to get my attention.