Cherry Bomb [h.s]

7

The anticipation was killing me.

Harry hadn't even so much as look at me in a way that was less than normal since I told him off at the beach last night.

I had walked back to the tent fully prepared for another one of his stunts, but he just ignored my presence. And when we got back to the hotel, I fully locked my door and still stayed up half the night in case he tried to sneak up on me.

But nothing happened. It kind of bothered me, actually, but I don't know why.

Maybe it's because that arrogant son of a bitch was still able to get under my skin without even doing anything.

But still, there was that massive fear of the unknown. I still had no idea what he was truly capable of. I'm sure that whatever we were doing now was merely child's play to a man like Harry.

At least he won't be able to try anything too egregious at the photoshoot.

I could just imagine how everyone would react if we had a heated conversation pressed up against a wall.

I was wearing one of my typical outfits to the studio, but I knew that they would have other items picked out for me to wear.

I was honestly excited for the photoshoot. I had never done anything like it before, even by myself with a shitty phone camera.

I decide to skip breakfast, not very healthy, I know. But I always felt nauseous eating this early in the morning.

I did need caffeine, though, so I took it upon myself to rile up Amber and Willow to go with me to get coffee.

"God, Spencer, it's 7:00 in the morning..." Amber's groggy form stood in the doorway of her hotel room, which I could see was already a huge mess of clothes. Her long chocolate hair was falling out of its bun, and she was wearing a Guns N Roses t-shirt that was so big that it looked like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Maybe she wasn't, I didn't give a shit either way.

"Are you still mad at me?" I ask, getting straight to the point.

She pauses for a second to think about her answer. "Only a little."

"Great, get dressed." I demand, then shut the door and head to Willow's room.

Needless to say, she wasn't as cranky as Amber.

"What's up?" She asks me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. Unlike Amber, Willow was wearing flowy blue shorts with a tank top to match.

"We're getting coffee before the shoot." I tell her with a smile.

"Oh, okay, I'll get dressed." She smiles back and closes the door herself.

I've learned over the years that when it comes to dragging them into something it's better to be vague and aggressive with Amber and straightforward and nonchalant with Willow.

After waiting a few minutes and talking to Marlow, we were all finally ready to leave.

I had asked Marlow if we could have a normal car, and luckily he delivered. The limo had been fun, but it was starting to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. So we all pile into the large SUV and take off.

As we ride to the nearest coffee shop, my phone starts ringing with an incoming FaceTime call.

I answer it immediately, and am greeted by a huge smile on Frankie's face.

"Hey kiddo, how's everything going so far?" He asks.

"It's going pretty good," I answer, "I have Willow and Amber in the car with me." I turn the phone so he can see their faces.