︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 8:30 AM at the Hotel Room ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Y/n Pov
As I opened my eyes to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through me. Today marked the first official day of the tour, and I couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead.
Careful not to disturb Spencer, who was still peacefully asleep beside me, I slipped out of bed with quiet haste. His tousled hair and relaxed expression only served to make him look even more endearing, but I quickly pushed aside any distracting thoughts.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I couldn't help but smile as I observed Spencer's sleeping form one last time before unlocking my phone to text Chris.
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I chuckled to myself as I heard a soft knock at the door. Opening it, I found Chris standing there, looking worn out. "I had a shit night," he sighed, his exhaustion evident.
"I know. I'm sorry about Andy. He's just a drunk loser," I reassured him, squeezing his hand in gratitude. "Thank you for protecting me from him. I truly was horrified at what he could've done to me."
Chris shook his head, his expression serious. "I'm your best friend. Don't thank me. But let's just say he's not to come near you unless you have someone around," he declared firmly.
I smiled, feeling a rush of affection for my loyal friend, and pulled him into a tight hug. As we released each other, we began to walk towards the elevator, our footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.
Chris glanced down at me, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "You're barefoot and in another pair of guys' clothes. I'm kinda jealous," he remarked with a laugh.
I shook my head, chuckling at his comment. "I don't even care if I lose that dress or shoes. I'm never being that dumb again," I declared with determination.
Taking off his shoes, Chris handed them to me since he was wearing socks. "Thanks," I murmured gratefully as I slipped them on before stepping into the elevator.
As the elevator began to ascend, a wave of embarrassment washed over me as I recalled our last encounter in an elevator. I felt my cheeks flush with heat, hoping Chris hadn't noticed my discomfort. Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back to reality when Chris showed me his phone, revealing the Ink News account.
"Damn, you're making your mark. It seems like girls either hate or like you? I can't tell," Chris commented, his tone amused as he observed the mixed reactions to my presence in the public eye.
I shrugged nonchalantly at Chris's comment. "I saw it last night before we went to bed together," I admitted casually.
Chris's eyes widened in shock. "So you did sleep with him!" he exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the elevator.
