Pied Piper of Love

All I Need

Eighteen days in hell, that's what it felt like in my time away from Weston. My dad refused to send me to new York, again. Why? Firstly because I was a part of a big music video and I should be responsible for it and secondly he was proud of my lyrics and wanted me to work with it.

Was I shocked? Yes.

He called me and told my he was surprised that I never told him about this. And that he would like me to work with some of the senior lyricist in the company. I was more than happy.

But the bad part, I was stuck at home while Weston was away.

We talked and texted each day but I missed his warmth, his eyes, his smile, his voice and his touch. I was missing him too much. But each day he took out time from his busy schedule to call me or text me and I felt Leah's words play in my head, I felt hopeful

I was at the airport to pick him up, thanks to Arthur. This was a planned surprised for him and I was excited to see his reaction when he saw me sitting in his car. He was returning to shot final scenes for his video which was to be released real soon. My part was done in it and only Megan and Weston was left with few scenes. I just had to keep my cool with that clingy snob around him.

Besides that, I wanted to do something to make Weston love music like he did before and stop demoralizing himself, just because he was-he was some legendary Pied Piper. Guy had talent and before the world he needed to see it and believe it.

"He is here." Arthur said now getting down from the front seat. My excitement just tripled and my nerves jumbled in anticipation. Seeing him after eighteen days was like heaven in my head.

I could see his silhouette from inside the car and waited for him to get in. He did call me his girlfriend eighteen days back but seeing my shock, we never discussed it. Should I say something? Did he really mean it ? Or was it him being the trouble he was?

The car door clicked open and Weston's head peeped in. I grinned at him, feeling the blush creep on my face. His eyes widened for a while then a slowly a smile stretched on his face.

He got in and I held in my need to touch him, hug him.

But apparently he didn't. He shut the car door and next thing he pulled me in for a kiss. It was rough, filled with need and hunger. I kissed back matching my own desire for him. God, it was so good to kiss him. His palm held to the side of face with possessiveness that built a giggle in me. His tongue was savouring me as if I was the last meal and he was a starved man.

"Does this convey how much I missed you?" He asked with a grin.

"Pretty much." I answer with a heavy breath and grinned back.

His forehead rested on mine and he sighed in relief.

"Arthur, home please." He said reminding me we had an audience to our kiss.

"Sure sir," He said in a cool tone not letting us know he witnessed the whole thing.

He interlinked our fingers not letting go of my hand and leaned on the seat.

"How have you been?" I ask him and he smiles softly.

"Like a crap without you." He said in a silk soft voice.

I laughed at his words though they were kind of true for me.

"I have your lyrics Mr. FlirtMaster." I was trying my best here not to fall in love with him.

Eighteen days away and I could already feel that I was losing my mind and heart as well.

"I will see them first thing, when we get back home." He said raising my hands to kiss the back of it.