Waiting for You

Amanda and Skyler get the chance of a lifetime when they are personally invited to go on tour with their favorite band, One Direction. As relationships develop, secrets are revealed, and it starts to become unclear what will unfold. But the only thing the girls know for sure is that with these boys, love is always an option.
Co-written by Heather Tomlinson and Emily M. Horan, author of More Than One Direction, and the sequel, Choosing One Direction.


29. Ever Again

I bite my lip as I watch the boys perform.
They purely dominate the stage, enjoying each second of performance and soaking in the energy of it all.
It's really inspiring.
I turn around and see that Joey is staring at me.
I blush, smile, and look down.
I walk to the mini fridge, grab myself a juice, and sit down on one of the chairs.
He grabs a drink for himself and sits across from me.
He's sweating pretty badly, most likely from all the physical labor he does, setting up lighting and sound equipment.
I try to avoid looking at him, but find it hard when he slowly peels off his damp shirt and starts wiping his forehead with it.
He definitely has my attention now.
Looking at him, I notice for the first time that he is Hispanic.
His tan skin glistens from all the sweat, and every curve of his perfectly formed ab is defined by the beads of sweat dripping down.
Damn. He's hot.
He notices me looking at him and gives me a coy grin.
I nearly choke on my juice.
Still wiping his sweat, he comes forward and sits beside me.
I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Hey babe," he says, smiling at me, "how are ya?"
I look down at my hands, not wanting to see his eyes and not wanting him to catch me again staring at his body.
"Good, and yourself?"
He shifts his body so now he's pressed up against my side.
"I'm okay, still waiting for that date though."
"Well you can have it now," I hear a voice say.
I look up, still avoiding eye contact with Joey.
It's Louis.
He throws a newspaper at me.
My eyes are locked on Louis's, but I soon break the contact to look down at my lap.
The headline reads:


I keep the tears bottled up inside of me.
The old Louis would've comforted me after seeing such a mean thing written about me.
But not now.
And maybe not ever again.
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