I gave the phone to Paul as we were leaving, and it was sitting on my bedside table when I woke up. There was no pass code on it either. He was fast. At first, I had wanted to immediately get on it, but then it felt like snooping in someone's business. Having thousands of people after my private information has given me a respect for others' privacy.
"Nialler, have you called the owner yet?" Harry asked walking into my hotel room, which I had carelessly left open.
"Er, not yet."
"Why? You're taking forever. That poor girl is probably getting punished big time for losing it. All you have to do to make it not happen is call. Just do it already."
"But it feels wrong to get on someone's personal phone."
"Niall, you asked Paul to hack into it. I think you've moved past the privacy thing."
"But that was different."
"Not really. Give it to me." Harry reached across the bed and plucked the iPhone from my hands. He took off running down the hallway clicking rapidly on the screen. If he broke it, then he could call and explain himself.
"Catch!" I saw it being flung in the air towards me. Shoot, it could break if I don't catch it. My not so athletic self managed to barely grab it before it smashed on the ground. It wasn't until I stood up that I realized why Harry had tossed it back at me. The phone was ringing on the other end.
"Get up sleepy head."
"Come on Sawyer. I want to talk about last night."
"Ugh, I drove for like two hours. Can I please sleep?"
"Your pants are on fire." Chloe said nonchalantly. I giggled and sat up. The first time I'd slept over, Chloe had told me my pants had caught on fire, and I stupidly believed her. "Yay, that took a while. Thanks for driving back by the way."
"Thanks for taking me."
"No biggie. So, did you like it? Wasn't it awesome? They boys were so nice, don't you agree?"
"Slow it Chloe. One question at a time please." Whenever hope was excited about something or really nervous, she would start talking reallyfastlikethisandwouldn'tstop until you told her to.
"Sorry, I'm just so excited still. Ugh, that was just the best night of my life almost. I had a really nice one once when Josh took me to see the comets at the park."
"How romantic. I really enjoyed the concert. They did wonderfully. What did you think of the guys?"
"They were really nice. Harry looks like Josh. Anyone in particular stand out?"
"Not really. They were equally sweet."
"Come on Sawyer. Did you not notice when Niall left and got you his cardigan?"
"Halfway through the game you started shivering, so Niall got up and put his cardigan around your shoulders."
"Oh. That was nice."
"It wasn't just nice. I'd say he took a fancy to you."
"Or he just didn't want the band to be liable for a fan getting hypothermia."
"Be reasonable. He fancies you."
"Hypothermia is just as reasonable as him liking me. He's some big superstar. I'm just like one of billions of girl fans. I'm sure he does that to all the girl fans that get cold."
"Have you ever seen those funny YouTube videos like the childbirth prank with Nickelodeon? He just kind of sat there while Harry freaked out. I don't think he does it to just every girl."
"Whatever. Guess what happened though."
"I lost my phone backstage."
"Oh I'm so sorry. If we hadn't been in such a rush, we could've found it."
"It's fine. I'm just letting you know before I tell me parents. There might not be a me left to tell you after I tell them." I joked.
"They can't get that angry if you've got like phone insurance or extended warrant. You can stay at mine until you get a new one." Chloe tried to cheer me up.
"Yeah, but I'm trying to get a car. Losing a phone doesn't show much responsibility." I explained. Chloe's attention was diverted at the sound of her ringtone.
"Sawyer, are you sure you lost your phone, because it's calling me right now."
"Should I answer?"
"Yes. Put it on speaker." I decided.
"Who is this and why do you have my friends phone? My mom is a judge and she can get you in jail for theft if I ask her." Chloe yelled into the phone.
"Er, this is Niall and I've, er, found your friend's phone."
Chloe's tone instantly changed. "Oh, Niall. I'm so sorry. I thought a complete wacko had gotten Sawyer's phone and was going to come murder us in our sleep."
"I understand. Is Sawyer around?"
"Hi Niall, thanks for finding my phone." I answered.
"No problem. I'm er guessing you want it back. Um I'm going to be in London for a little longer. We've got a concert tonight. Do you er want to meet tomorrow during lunch at the Rainforest Cafe? I know it's kind of cheesy, but it isn't crawling with paparazzi."
Chloe excitedly answered for me, "She will be there."
"Great, well I've probably got to go."
"Wait!", I yelled. "Can you do me a favor and text the contact mom? Tell her that I'm spending the night with Chloe again and the concert was great. Also, if she texts could you answer. She probably won't, but I don't want my parents to know I lost it. Thanks."
"Yeah, sure. No problem. Bye!" Niall hung up. Chloe turned her phone off and took a deep breath. I could tell she wanted to play fantasy.
"Oh my gosh, what if you guys got like married! You would be so cute together. Oh my goodness, it would be just like so cool. You could have like red headed babies that have super awesome voices and really high IQs. Or what if you went around the world doing charity things and won some Nobel peace prize."
"Chloe, I hate to break it to you, but just because a guy calls me doesn't mean I'm going to marry him."
"Yeah, but this was Niall Horan and he asked you to lunch."
"Yes, to return my phone though. He probably just wants an excuse to go eat there."
"He could go there anytime."
"But maybe it's awkward with just one person."
"No, have you not seen pictures of him. He's gone to the pub alone. Why would a cafe away from the paparazzi he any different? Plus if the paparazzi are gone, he probably wants to ask you out without them blinding you."
"Doubt it. I'm going to run home and grab my stuff." I got out of the king sized bed.
"Ok, what time will you be back?"
"Hour or so. I've got to shower, eat, and pack. Plus, Rob might be there. He will want to know about the concert."
"Ok, I'll be here." I walked out the door and across the street still in my pajamas. All the neighbors would be out at brunch by now.
When I got home, Rob was watching a movie, so I showered, packed, and ate before he came back up from downstairs.
"What's up Sawyer?" Rob squeezed me in an awkward hug.
"Not much, did you miss me?"
"Oh, it was so awful. I stayed up all night and cried. How was the concert?"
"It was really good. They played a ton of songs , and we didn't leave until eleven thirty."
"Whoa, I though it was supposed to end at like nine."
"Yeah, the concert did, but Chloe had backstage passes. We met the boys and played Apples to Apples."
"Cool. Where are you going with all those bags?" Rob pointed towards my duffel and backpack on the ground.
"Chloe's. I also kind of most my phone, so I'm staying at her house until I get it back."
"Uh, when would the be?"
"Who found it?"
"Niall. He's perfectly safe."
"Should I be coming to this?"
"No, it's Niall Horan. He is a one direction hand member not a serial killer." Rob still looked dissatisfied. "I'm supposed to meet him for lunch tomorrow at the rainforest cafe. I'll text you as soon as I get it back."
"Fine, but now that I know where you're going I may just play stalk Sawyer."
"No!" I slapped him playfully on the back.
"Meanie. I'm going back to Chloe's house."