Spencer P.O.V
The car pulled up just as we walked out the door, swerving to the curb as we approached. A figure exited the door, greeting as he escorted us into the car.
“Hello ladies,” He smiled, starting the car, “The names Phil, and I will be escorting you to the studio today. Please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times and it should be a lovely ride.”
Naomi chuckled, “Will do. I’m Naomi and this is Spencer,” we shook his rough hand, “Nice to meet you.”
Phil glanced behind him as he pulled out of the parking lot, “Ah, Spencer. As in, the Spencer?” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. “Taken by the eccentric Mr. Tomlinson I presume?”
I blushed, Naomi elbowing me in the ribs, “That would be me I suppose. How’d you know?”
He met my eyes in the rearview mirror, “Honey, I cart these boys to and fro, everywhere. You don’t think I wouldn’t pick up on what they were blabbing about for three hours straight, now would you?”
“Good point,” I laughed, playing with my mint gum. It’d always been one of my worst habits, besides biting my nails.
He laughed flipping through the stations on the massive stereo system in the front seat, “Any requests? It’s going to be a bit of a drive.” He finally settled on BBC Radio 1, which was currently blasting The Wanted’s “Chasing the Sun.” I stole a glance at Naomi, who was fixated on texting, her fingers flying across the keyboard. I sighed, my foot tapping to the beat as I stared at what seemed to be an endless field of green out the window. The rhythm of my feet got faster as the song approached the chorus, I couldn’t help but break out into dance while strapped into my seatbelt.
Naomi looked up from her phone, sighing. “Yes, of course. The infamous Spencer dance moves. I almost forgot,” she giggled.
“How unfortunate,” I gasped, flailing her arms around crazily as I hit her in the face with my hair, shaking it all around.
Phil turned around,smirking. “I see now why the Tommo fancies you so much.”
“They’re the two dorkiest people in the history of the planet,” Naomi muttered. A disheveled look on her face ,as she spit hair out of her mouth. “Perfect,”
I sank back into my seat, content with this thought.
***
The car pulled up to the curb at exactly 5:00, and there were already tons of screaming fans outside the arena. Naomi took a deep breath, and pulled her phone out. “We should probably text the boys that we’re here,”
A few moments later, her phone buzzed. “Liam said that they’ll send out some security to escort us in,”
“It’s probably for the best,” Phil muttered. “There’s no telling what those fans might do, considering the past few days,” he added, looking at us through the rearview mirror.
I exchanged a look with Naomi, who was looking back at me quizically.“What do you mean?” I asked Phil nervously.
“Oh, you know, just the usual,” he said waving his hand as if it were nothing. “Whenever the boys are seen with a new girl, the fans freak out, naturally,”
“Wait,” Naomi interjected. “How do the fans know we’ve been with the boys? Are there pictures or something?” she was about to look it up on her phone, but just then the car door flung open to reveal a man covered in sunglasses and pressing an earpiece into his ear.
“PAUL!” She shrieked, her worries suddenly forgotten as she stared awestruck at the boy’s idolized bodyguard.
Paul stared at her for a moment before hesitantly saying, “Um, ok...hello girls. I’m Paul, as you apparently already know. Just stay behind me and I’ll take you backstage,” We both nodded, and unbuckled out seatbelts, following Paul out of the car and into the sea of fans.
