Chapter 16
Spencer P.O.V.
I’d been laying in bed for at least 3 hours, watching random TV shows on BBC. Naomi had been avoiding me all of yesterday. She came home at 4 in the morning last night, and was probably still pissed at me. So I figured there was no point getting out of bed anyway.
In all honesty, I was confused as fuck. I thought she had forgiven me? But still, she was acting weird. Like, not mean or anything. But not the same. It was probably just a phase, she’d get over it soon...hopefully. For now, I just needed to give her space.
I rolled over, causing the remote to fall on the ground by the bed. “Shit,” I mumbled, crawling off the bed. My stomach rumbled, I hadn’t eaten all day. I made my way out to the kitchen, where Naomi was sitting at the counter eating cereal. She looked up when she saw me. “Good morning,” I said, getting the box of Frosted Flakes out of the cupboard.
“It’s like 3 in the afternon, Spence,” she rolled her eyes.
“Whatever,” I said, opening the fridge. “Did you get some milk while you were gone last night?” I asked.
“I wasn’t grocery shopping,” she said, sarcastically, giving me a bitchy smirk.
I slammed the fridge closed. “Well where the hell were you then?”
“Why does it matter so much?” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “I’m going out,” she sighed, standing up. “I’ll be back later,” she grabbed her bag, and let the door close with a thud. And just like that, she was gone.
What the hell.
Naomi P.O.V.
I really didn’t know what was going on with me. I’d forgiven Spencer. I’d said it, I’d said those words.
It’s ok,
I remember it clearly. So why did I still get a twinge of anger every time I looked at her? Why didn’t I just move on, have fun with my best friend, in the city of our dreams?
I’d asked myself that over and over again, but always came out with nothing. I just didn’t know what to think, who to trust, what to believe. So last night, I’d gone out to a club to blow off some steam, and had come home totally drunk and even more confused. Drinking obviously doesn’t really help the fact that you’re best friend ditches you for her famous boyfriend, I found that out the hard way last night, much to my dismay. I couldn’t stand being in that room though, she kept looking at me with those huge green eyes, as if her eyes were speaking all the words we hadn’t said. I guess I still felt bad about what happened a few days ago, but also angry every time she turned to the side, hiding her phone from sight, obviously texting Louis.
I tapped my foot impatiently to the beat of the elevator music, My brain is such a fucked up, complicated thing, I decided. The two elevator doors opened,the bright light shining in my eyes interrupting my thoughts. I felt the vibration of my phone against my tight skinny jeans, revealing a new text from Liam.
Hey whats up
I sat, pondering my reply,
I don’t know... I think I need to get out of this room for a while..
Within seconds, he responded,
u wannaj get cofee im bord at home to :-(
Sometimes I really did question if this boy was literate.
sure, sounds good
I hit send, and within seconds he replied telling me to meet him in a half hour. I wandered into the fancy hotel lobby, stuffing my phone in my pocket. After asking the doorman for directions to the cafe, I slipped out the revolving doors and into the London summer air.
I got to the cafe and saw Liam sitting in the corner, his head bent over, reading something. I quickly came over, plopping down in the booth across from him.
“Oh,” he said, looking up, “Hey, ‘Mi,”
I sighed, “Hey,”
“You doing ok?”
I shrugged, opening the menu laid out in front of me. “I guess,”
His eyes didn’t move from my face. “You didn’t forgive her, did you?”
“Of course I did,” I shot back, irritated. He barely knew me, or anything about my life, mine and Spencer’s friendship.
He was still staring at me as I browsed through the menu. “Then why are you still mad?”
I groaned. “I don’t know,” I closed my eyes, massaging my temples.
Liam reached out his hand, touching my elbow gently. I opened my eyes, to see him looking at me, his face full of kindness. “Hey, it’s ok, tell me what happened,”
I explained everything that went on between the time we left, and now. “And even though she apologized about a million times, it’s really hard for me to trust people after-” I stopped suddenly, and Liam watched me, his brown eyes trained on me.
“After what?”
I shut my mouth. “Nothing,”
He took a sip from his mug, not pushing me any further. “Well, I’m not sure what to tell you,” Liam said, pondering what to do. “Maybe you should have like a girl’s night or something? Like, bonding, you know?”
I rolled my eyes, laughing. Every guy’s solution was a girl’s night. “Yeah, maybe,” I shrugged, as the waitress came by to take our orders.
Liam was desperately trying to cheer me up, and when I finally left the little cafe, I was in a much better mood.
I hugged Liam goodbye, and he made me promise to call him later. As I made my way back to the hotel, I stared down at the dirty sidewalk, thinking about our conversation. Maybe we do need a girl’s night... I thought.
I stopped in a little grocery store next to the hotel, to pick up some of Spencer’s favorite junk food, hoping it would make up for what a bitch I’d been. I rented the new Spiderman movie, which I knew Spencer was dying to see.
I got on the elevator up to our room, praying that we could just forget everything and start over.
Spencer P.O.V.
I stared absently out the window, at the silent streets of London below me. I’d always dreamed of a moment like this, but it felt wrong, because I was alone.
Ironically, as this thought was passing through my head, there was a knock on the door. I sighed as I opened it, and was surprised to see Naomi standing there. I stared at her warily, unsure of what was about to happen.
We stared at each other awkwardly. “I brought nutella?” she held up a bag, biting her lip.
I broke out in a smile, “You remembered?”
She rolled her eyes, coming in and setting the bags on the floor. “How could I forget my best friend’s favorite food?” she grinned. “Hey, Spence,” she hesitated. “Do you think we could just forget everything...” she trailed off, not meeting my eyes.
“And start over?”
“Yeah,” she swallowed nervously.
I didn’t think twice about it. “Of course,”
* * *
Naomi P.O.V
We spent the whole night prank calling, ordering room service, drinking, and watching TV just like old times. “I want to PARTY!” Spencer shouted at the silent room, taking a spoonfull of Nutella straight from the jar. I giggled at her. She was so drunk. Drunk Spencer was always hilarious. “I’m calling Louis,” she said, fumbling with her iPhone.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I smirked. I silently hoped she would, because how awesome would it be if Louis got a call at 2am from his drunk girlfriend?
She rolled her neck around, smiling at me idiotically. “I’m sure,” she punched in the number, Louis picking up after the last ring.
“Hey, babe,” he said,
“Hey babe.” she imitated, clutching her pillow furiously. Oh shit this is not gonna turn out good.
His voice wavered, “Hello?”
She abruptly answered, “Your ass is lovely and I want to touch it forever.”
“Holy shit,” I grabbed the phone from her grasp,” LOUIS SHE’S REALLY DRUNK AND- “ Spencer hung up the call, pursing her lips.
“What’s done is done.” she smirked ridiculously, getting off the bed, “Do we have any more vodkaaaa?” she asked, her words slurring as she shakily poured herself another glass.
I immediately yanked the glass out of her hands. Jesus, Spencer was a crazy drunk. “Spencer you’ve already had way too much to drink,” I sighed forcing her back onto the bed. “You do realize you just told Louis Tomlinson that ‘his ass is lovely and you’ll touch it forever’?” I air quoted.
She waved her hand at me, dismissively, “It’s not as if we weren’t all thinking about it,” she collapsed into the pillow, mumbling, “I mean that thing is HUGE,”
I moaned, sinking into the mattress. This was gonna be fun to explain tomorrow. Spencer lay still next to me, her snores almost loud enough to hide my phone buzzing on the nightstand.
A text from Lou:
Good to know about my lovely ass ;) Keep her safe, alright?
I couldn’t help but grin. I quickly replied, saying that she’d been shut up and was fast asleep. I sighed, resting my head against my pillow as I popped in my earbuds; listening to Ed Sheeran always helped me fall asleep.
I dozed off, the final notes to Wake Me Up ringing in my ears.
* * *
I woke up to a frantic Spencer shaking my shoulders, a poptart dunked in what looked like a jar of Nutella. It was a miracle this girl was skinny. “What the hell did I do last night?!” she muttered in between chews.
I stole a bite off her Poptart, “You shouldn’t speak with your mouth full Spence, it’s not ladylike.” She let me know what she thought of that with her middle finger.
“Seriously though,” she said, swallowing her breakfast with a can of Pepsi.
“That’s really gross.”
“NAOMI.”
“You called Louis and told him that he had a nice ass and that you wanted to touch it forever,”
I was pulled under the covers, my face being repeatedly smacked with a pillow. “AND YOU DIDN’T STOP ME BECAUSE?!”
I struggled to get away from her pillow wrath, “I DON’T KNOW, IT WAS REALLY FUNNY.”
She stood, leaping from the bed, “So, cool, I’m never getting drunk with you ever again,” she walked away muttering.
“You guys are really cute together!” I called half heartedly. She flipped me off again.
She reappeared moments later, fully dressed in and clutching her purse.
“Um, where are you going?” I raised my eyebrows, quizzically.
She walked towards the door with a determined stride,”Trying to explain to my confused boyfriend about what you didn’t stop me from doing, thank you very much,”
This was going to be hilarious.
“Oh my god, wait for me,” I struggled to put on a shoe, “I need to see this.” She rested her back against the door, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.
“This is your fault you know,” She moaned, shutting the door behind me as we approached the elevator.
Minutes later we were parked outside of the boy’s flats, Spencer slamming the door of the rental car to knock on the door roughly, glaring at me angrily.
Seconds later Louis hesitantly opened the door, a look of relief spreading over his face, then a smirk. “Glad to see you’ve paid my lovely ass a visit.” A huge grin spread across his face, leading us inside.
“Look, I was really drunk and Naomi didn’t stop me and I’m-”
He cut her off, pulling her cheek in closer to his as their lips met, a passionate kiss Spencer didn’t resist. Footsteps pounded overhead, as Harry came stumbling down the stairs, his eyebrows raised as he witnessed the sudden makeout session taking place in his living room.
He hit Louis in the back, “C’mon man use some rubbers,” Louis just swatted him away, brushing the hair off Spencer’s forehead.
Harry paused, glancing at me, “You just gonna watch or...”
“God no,” I followed him into the kitchen, sitting down on a barstool as he pulled out a pack of celery from the fridge.
He leaned against the counter, facing me, “You’re a girl right?” He asked in between crunches.
I slowly glanced down at my chest, “You’re seriously asking me this question?”
He backed up from the counter, sticking his hands up in defense. “Well, girls have fashion taste,” He reached in his pocket, pulling out his iPhone. He thrusted his phone toward me, showing a picture of a fire engine red tux. “You like?”
“Um..” I raised my hand over my mouth, trying to contain my laughter, “Are you trying to scare your date away?”
“Ha ha ha,” he frowned, throwing a celery stick at me. “It’s for Simon’s party,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “You know, all the babes over there, don’t want to disappoint,”
I rolled my eyes, flinging the celery stick back at him, “How come I wasn’t notified that there was a party?”
“Because you suck and no one wants to party with you,” He dodged my punch, smirking, “No, I thought Liam was taking you,”
“Why would he take me? I didn’t even think Liam liked parties,”
“Because he’s forced to go,” he grinned air quoting, “And because ‘you’re his best friend and you’re one of the only people who understand him and blah blah blah’,”
I couldn’t help but smile, “He said that?”
“I air quoted for a reason,”
“Awww, well I’m glad to know at least one member of One Direction isn’t obnoxious,”
He frowned, shouting to the hallway, “Will you two hurry this up?! WE HAVE DINNER RESERVATIONS LOUIS,”
I wondered about Harry sometimes.