-Skyler-

I woke up drowsy, as usual. For a minute I didn't know where I was. Then I remembered. Then I remembered Liam. And then I remembered our kiss. I smiled, so broad that it hurt my cheeks. I was giddy just thinking about him. It might have just been the fame, but I felt something inside of no comparison to anything that I had ever felt before.

The first thing I did was check my phone. Eighteen new text messages. None from Liam. I didn't even care about the others.

I had to tell my friends all about this. At first, they didn't believe me. Then I sent them the picture that Liam and I had taken last night. It was a cute, smiling picture, but then, at the last moment, he had swooped in and kissed me on the cheek. He was adorable.

My friends, of course, freaked out, and I spent at least 45 minutes calling and texting them, explaining what had happened, sending more pictures as proof, and telling them every little detail of the kiss. I wanted him so badly.

Again, my heart swelled even larger.

I could feel the ghost of his lips on mine, and on my dimples. I missed him.

-Liam-

I generally waited 24 hours after the first date to call a girl. With Daisy, though, it felt more as if she were my best friend. I know this sounds stupid, but I felt as if I could tell her anything, and no matter how ridiculous, she would understand.

I called her first thing when I woke up.

-Daisy-

I set my phone down, rolled over and closed my eyes, only to be interrupted by the buzzing of my cell. I picked it up angrily, and saw that it was Liam.

"Hello?" I answered, trying not to sound too excited that fricking Liam Payne was calling me, and that we had kissed and gone on a date.

"Hello beautiful." He said. His voice was sexy, deep and slightly grumbling from sleep. I blushed, ashamed even through the phone. I giggled and instantly regretted it, but I heard his deep, breathy laugh from the other end of the line, and felt a little better.

"Are you doing anything today?" My heart started beating rapidly.

"Actually," I said, remembering, "I have to take my sister and her friend to tour the wax museum and take pictures with your statue." It was in my best flirty voice. Which, I realized, wasn't good at all. "But then I'm coming to see you perform tonight." Yes! I would see him again.

A thought struck me: What would happen when I was going to go back to California?

"That's too bad." he sounded deflated. I felt guilty.

"But I'll see you tonight." I said, hopefully.

"Yeah, of course. I can't wait." There was more happiness in his voice this time. There was a slight pause before he said, "The boys and I are going to meet up with Ed Sheeran after the show tonight at our hotel. Do you want to come?"

"Yes! I'd love too." It came out too quickly and too loud and excited. Damn I was bad at this.

We talked for a while longer before the girls came and jumped on my bed, ready for their day out.

-Liam-

I was dreaming the whole day of a girl, beautiful and sweet, kissing my lips. I dreamed of my hand on her knee, kissing her adorable dimples, feeling her hands on my back and twisting in my hair.

The whole day I was in a trance, waiting for her, waiting to see her at the show.