Maybe it’s because I was raised in the Midwest on big cans of corn and Ford pickup trucks and a blue collar work ethic, but when Liam Payne wears this get up - clean white t-shirt, new but worn blue jeans, and big old work boots - it is truly an erotic fantasy come to life. I wanna wait at home for him when he’s been on the road, long-haul trucking for months. I wanna bring him a thermos of soup when he’s outside doing construction on a site in the dead of winter. I wanna draw him a hot bath when his muscles get sore and his skin gets grimy from welding steel together. I wanna go for a joyride on his foot scooter with him and listen to Johnny Cash. I wanna watch him grill meat. I wanna watch him wash his hands. I wanna be pregnant with his daughters. I wanna grow old with him and plant flowers in his work boots when he dies before me and put them on our porch so I can look at them every morning when I wake up. I want to be held by his ghost as I die in my sleep. I want him to look like this when we are reunited in heaven.