~ Crowded With Fans ~
“Stop the car please.” I said trying to be as calm as I could in this situation.
“What?” Liam asked from the front.
“I said stop the car please.” I said a little more impatient.
“No way. Why?” Liam asked again.
“Stop the car!” I yelled this time. I kinda sounded like a total bitch.
“why?” Niall asked.
“Because Im not used to being treated like this. Im not used to kindness and care. Please just let me out.” I started shoving my way towards the door out but Niall pulled me back. I tried to fight him off but he was way too strong for me to break out of. He held my hands in his and I tried to kick him away and pull my hands out of his but it wouldn’t work.
“Calm down Phoebe. Shhhhshshhhh. It’s okay.” He whispered and that actually calmed me straight down.
He slowly let go of my hands and wiped away my running tears.
“Sh sh, it’s okay.” He repeated.
My knees all of a sudden buckled and I fell into him. He caught me. I just hugged him. I was sitting on his lap and my face was nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
We were getting thumbs up from Harry. Everyone else was looking at us either in awe or in weirdness.
I didn’t care.
I’d never felt so cared about since mother. Im actually not sure what im feeling right now..
“Alright you guys, no romance in the orange bus.” Liam called to us.
“We’re almost to the hotel.”
Im guessing he was meaning it was almost time for me to be dropped off then..
I let go of Niall.
We kind of sat awkwardly across from each other.
A few minutes later the car slowed to a stop.
“We’re here.” Paul said calmly. He didn’t have much life in his words...
I unbuckled my seat belt and started to head to the car door when Paul said something else a little more urgent,
“Never mind, we can’t stop here there are fans crowding every entrance. Even the back way.”
The car blasted forward and I flew into the trunk area. Niall rushed to my aid.
“Oh my god, are you alright Phoebe?!” He asked.
I giggled pathetically. “Dude, chill. I’m fine. I’ve been through much worse pain than that, I promise.” I rejected his help and got up myself.
“What kind of pain?” He asked hushed. I shook my head. “Nothing, not important.”
I looked away from him and kept my mouth shut because everything that was coming out of it didn’t get filtered correctly.
“Phoebe, im sorry but you’ll have to tag along with us for the rest of the night. There’s only a small drive to get to our stop and there aren’t any other ‘sleep-ins’ on the way. Sorry, love.” Liam said apologetically.
I nodded slightly, “It’s okay. I’m so sorry for being a complete burden. You guys picked me up off of the side of the road when I was unbelievably lost without even a first destination and all I’ve been doing is sitting here babbling.” I went on.
Harry shook his head violently. “No, you aren’t even close to being a burden! I think your life’s interesting. You’re a very tough girl. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
I blushed and gave a half-ass smile.
“And I made Paul stop because you looked like you had been crying. You’re too pretty to be crying like that.” He added.
I gently and playfully punched him in the arm and he pretended to be in a lot of pain which made me giggle.
“And you’re a big, fat flirt. I knew one of you had to turn out as a flirt.”
I started.
“I’m not a flirt, I’m just charming and confident.” He smirked.
“Yeah, and a bit too cocky for your own good.” I smirked back at him.
I was hitched inside of the most pointless and absurd debate I think I’ve ever been in.
