When walking through a vortex of flashing cameras and screaming fans, it is wise to hold on to someone. I got pulled back by someone wanting to ask me questions on whether or not I was really Liam's sister or if we were secretly dating... People really know how to make things awkward. I got away from him, only to run into a bunch of girls who decided a picture with me would suffice until they could manage to scavenge their way to my brother. Quite a rough game if you ask me. I smiled for a few pictures before I noticed that everyone was on the bus already and Paul was in taking head count. Niall stepped out of the bus and looked around. "Spencer!" He saw me and pushed through to me while the other security guards tried to keep girls off. He grabbed my hand that I stretched through the crowd, and he pulled me through. I made it onto the bus and the door closed. "You alright there Spence?" He asked with a sweet smile.
"Yeah. Yeah I am good, just kind of pulled on, if you know what I mean." I replied sarcastically. He simply smiled. I was smiling back and didn't realize that our gaze was holding until Liam called me. "Yes, coming." I said to him, looking down from Niall. Strangely, I got butterflies when I looked at him for that long. No, I wasn't going to let this happen. Liam told me I was never to date any of his band mates and I promised to stay to that rule. Plus, I hadn't broken up with Preston yet. No, Niall was my best friend and he was going to remain that way. Stubbornness was going to stay on my side this time. I walked past Niall and back to sit with Liam.
"Hello sister dearest. You look beautiful today." He said among the other conversations that were rumbling about the bus. He grabbed my hand and I rested my head on his shoulder as I looked out the window. "You doing okay? You were kind of mobbed back there."
"Yeah, I am fine."
"Where were you last night? Who did you sneak off with? I would love it if you would tell me." Niall was sitting right in front of us.
"Liam, I told you, I can't tell you. We are keeping it a secret." He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Alright. I will trust you. What time did you get back to your room then? I went over to visit you and Gemma, but you weren't there. That was at about eleven-ish." Now I got nervous, and I could tell that Niall did too. He turned around to face us and just smiled. I knew what he was thinking. He was going to help me.
"Erm, just a bit after midnight. Niall was awake, he saw me when he was out getting some ice." I said. Niall nodded in response.
"Yes, she came upstairs at about midnight, maybe a little after. I just needed ice for my knee." Liam then began talking to Niall while I continued resting my head on his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, how is your knee doing? You going to be able to jump at the concert tonight mate?"
"Oh yeah, It was just feeling a little sore because I was doing a bunch of jumping jacks in my bathroom and I slipped a little so it threw it out a little, but it is feeling a lot better now." Wow, he was good at making up stories.
"Oh, sorry about that. But it is good that it's feeling better." They continued talking and I tried to not look at Niall. I kind of faded in and out of their conversation for a while before I realized that I had no idea where we were going.
"Liam, where are we going?" I asked, lifting my head and taking my hand back from him so that I could pull my phone out. I unlocked it and checked my twitter to see the usual amount of hate.
"We are going to a television interview and..." He pulled my phone out of my hands and began reading what people were saying.
"No, Liam give it back!" I protested, attempting to take it back.
"Niall, take her hands and hold her still please, I need to read this." I looked up at him with pleading eyes, but we both knew that he had to do as Liam requested of him. I had to go along with it as well. Niall stood up, grabbed both of my hands and pulled me back to his seat so that he could hold me down. I tried pulling away, but he held me quite tight.
"Ouch, Niall you're hurting!" I said to try to get Liam's attention. But Liam ignored me and continued reading what people were saying.
"Sorry there." Niall replied to my fake complaint. I leaned over, which forced him to do the same so that our heads were facing the ground. "What is he looking at?"
"Hate some of the fans give me, it's nothing really. I have my clothes, unzip your backpack, hurry!" I whispered back to him. He let me go and unzipped his backpack. I opened the flap on my bag and I quickly stuffed my shorts and his shirt into his backpack. He then zipped it back up and grabbed my wrists again. We sat back up and I began pretending to struggle. "Niall, let me go!" I said. He understood what I was doing.
