Naomi P.O.V.
“Spill it sister,” I said, throwing my bag on the bouncy hotel bed, turning to face a grinning Spencer. She hadn’t been able to wipe that ridiculous smile off her face this whole time, but I’d decided to save the interrogating until we were back at the hotel.
“Ok, well...” she started, then stopped, her face turning red and smile growing larger. She looked away.
I gasped. “No freaking way,” I stared at her in disbelief. “He didn’t...you didn’t...” Spence looked up at me, her eyes shining. “OH MY GOD, HE KISSED YOU?!” I screamed, staring at her wide eyed.
She nodded, then squealed. “Naomi, it was amazing, we were at the top of the ferris wheel, and the view was beautiful, and we were in each other’s arms, and-” she sighed. “It was perfect, he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met,”
I grinned, “Sounds amazing, and sooo romantic,” I murmured, dreamily. I could tell they were both to head over heels for each other. “Well, I’m gonna leave you to your little girly feelings,” I teased, slowly standing up off the bed to leave the room.
“Not so fast,” Spencer barricaded my exit through the door. “What happened with you and Liam, hmm?” she raised an eyebrow questioningly.
I rolled my eyes. “Nothing,” I said simply, shrugging my shoulders. She gave me a pointed look, obviously not pleased with my one word answer. “No really,” I continued. “I mean, obviously he’s extremely cute and sweet, but I really don’t like him that way,” I paused. “But we had a lot of fun together, he’s a cool guy,”
She crossed her arms, unconvinced, before collapsing onto her pillow, giggling with absolute delight. I rolled my eyes, smiling at her stupidity, and went into my room.
After I took a shower and brushed my teeth, I decided to get some downtime. I snuggled into the cozy hotel bed, freshly made by the housekeepers, and grabbed the latest edition of Seventeen magazine. I was flipping through the pages, hardly taking in anything I was reading because I was so tired.
I suddenly felt my phone vibrating against the hard wooden bedside table, and I lazily rolled over to see who was calling. I gasped. Crap. It was Mark.
“SPENCER!” I shrieked, jumping off the bed immediately. “Mark is calling! What do I say?”
She wandered into my room, her toothbrush in her mouth. “Just don anner,” she said, as she continued brushing her teeth. I had to answer, I’d only called them once since I was here, and that was when I’d landed. They were probably worried sick.
I pressed answer hesitantly.
“Hello?” I whispered, barely audible.
Mark’s gruff voice responded, “Hey, sweetie, how’s London? You haven’t called, Melanie’s been freaking out over here,” he laughed, clearly not as worried as Melanie was.
I closed my eyes tightly, a knot already forming in my stomach about the lies I was going to have to pour out in this conversation. “It’s um, it’s great,” I stuttered.
He proceeded to ask me what we’d been doing so far on the trip, and what sights I’d been seeing.
“Well, we um, went to Buckingham Palace, and uh, some friends and I went to the fair,” I managed to say.
Spencer was standing in the doorway, and facepalmed. “Don’t tell them that! You’re on a study trip, stupid!” she hissed.
I nodded. “Oh, and we also um, visited some colleges, and went to a-”
“Hospital!” Spencer whispered, trying to help.
“Hospital!” I said enthusiastically into the phone. “We were learning about the uh, human esophagus...” I trailed off. Spencer rolled her eyes, clearly embarrassed by my horrible lying skills.
“That’s great hun,” Mark said, intrigued by my stories, “So who are these “friends” you speak of?” he added casually.
I laughed nervously. “Oh, um, just some girls from the program, you know, like...friends...”
“What are their names?”
Shit. “Well there’s um, there’s...Harriet,” I rushed on, “and Louise, and Zaynla, Neila, and uh, Liamina,” I was failing miserably. Did I really just say feminine forms of all the boys’ names?
Spener was cracking up in the doorway, shaking with uncontrollable laughter. Mark hesitated before saying, “Well those are, um...interesting names...” he trailed off.
I cut him off. “Yeah, they’re really nice,” I said shakily. “Um, listen dad, I gotta go, we’re about to eat dinner,” I said quickly, before telling him goodbye. I hung up, my hands shaking, to see Spencer on the ground rolling around laughing.
“Liamina?!” She managed to squeal. “That’s the best you could come up with? Oh my God, that was hilarious,”
I crossed my arms defensively. “It’s hard to come up with things on the spot!” I was feeling terrible for lying to my parents, but if they ever found out the real reason I was here, I’d be dead.
Spencer picked herself up off the floor, wheezing, trying to calm herself down. “It’s easy,” she said. “It just takes some practice,”
I rolled my eyes, before shoving her out of my room playfully, and closing the door. “HEY!” she shrieked. “If you don’t open the door, you’re not coming tomorrow!”
My curiosity got the better of me, and I cracked the door open. “Coming to what?”
She held up her phone, wiggling her eyebrows. “The boys’ soundcheck and charity
concert, of course,” she squealed. “Louis texted me a few minutes ago,”
My mouth dropped open. I was finally gonna get to see them sing.
