Chapter 14:
Naomi P.O.V
Spencer sucked on the straw repeatedly, although there clearly wasn’t any more frappuccino in her cup. I kicked her leg under the table, “Jesus Spence, I think you’ve had enough,” I say, grabbing the cup from her.
She kicked me back forcefully, eyeing the cup longingly. “But, my caffeine,” she said, a hurt expression on her face.
“Spencer, you can’t have caffeine before we go to a spa, the point is to relax,” I gave her a pointed look as I tossed the cup in the trash on the way out of the small Starbucks. Finally, Spencer and I got to spend some girl time together. Not that I was complaining- obviously I loved hanging out with the boys, but it would be nice to have it be just Spence and I again. I really missed her.
We were just about to the car when Spencer’s phone rang. She tore it out of her purse, and her face lit up when she saw the screen. “It’s Louis!” I rolled my eyes, and leaned up against the car as she walked off, the phone pressed into her ear.
The two had been inseparable ever since the concert, constantly calling and texting each other. It was totally obvious whenever Spencer got a text from him, her face instantly lighting up as she stared at the screen. I watched as she spoke animatedly, leaning against a telephone pole, every now and then a small giggle would escape from her lips. It was sweet honestly, seeing my best friend so obviously in love, I hadn’t seen her this happy in ages.
I picked at my already chipping nail polish absent-mindedly, when Spencer finally came back over, a huge smile on her face. I crossed my arms as she hesitantly opened her mouth, “So, uh, Naomi...um how do I say this...”
I held up a hand to stop her. “It’s fine, you can go,” I laughed as she practically dislocated her shoulder pulling out her phone. I got in the car as she talked to Louis on the phone again, a conversation that lasted a grand total of 15 minutes. That’s right. It took her 15 fucking minutes just to tell Louis she could go with him. Is that ridiculous, or is it just me?
At last, she plopped down in her seat next to me sighing. “Sorry I’m like totally ditching you,”
I waved my hand over my shoulder as I backed the car out of the parking lot. “No big deal,” I paused to switch the radio station to an Olly Murs song. “So what are you guys doing anyways?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, they have a radio interview first, and Louis said we’re both welcome to come,”
I gasped as I pulled onto the main road. “Ooooh, exciting! Then I’ll go home and watch more Britain’s Got Talent, alone!” I waited for her to respond, but she was busy typing something on her phone.
“Oh, you have to take a right here,” she said distractedly, briefly looking up to give me directions to the building.
Apparently I had no say in whether or not we went to the interview. I sighed, but turned on to the street anyway.
We pulled up to a dark brown building with wide set double doors in the front. I hadn’t even took the keys out of ignition before Spencer tore off her seatbelt, approaching the two double doors.
I shuffled after her, rolling my eyes. “That’s cool, you know, ditch your driver to go make out with your famous boyfriend,”
I made my way up the narrow path towards the entrance, and watched as Spencer shoved her way through the doors and into the radio station lobby, which were conveniently locked when I finally arrived at them. I wrapped my hand on the door, and the station’s secretary rose from her swivel chair, eyes rolling as she pulled the door open.
