Pretend It's Love

"Hey girl it's now or never, it's now or never."
Spencer always wanted to leave America to live in England. She always felt like herself there everytime she visited. So when her parents give the big news that her family was moving there permanently, Spencer was excited to live there and hang out with her friends. The only problem is that her friends got One Direction tickets and they want her to come. Spencer doesn't like 1D in any way or form. But when things get messed up, will her life become different?


37. The Instagram

*So before I begin, I want to dedicate this to my friend Malena. She recently discovered that she has leukemia. So I know she won't see this but Malena, I love you girl, stay strong, and this is for you!!*

We arrive at this lovely hotel close to downtown Boston. My dad said that management rented out two floors here especially for us. One will have the boys, band, and some parts of management and the record company like dad. The other floor will consists of makeup crew (the boys need a makeup artist! Haha!), wardrobe people, some guests if we have any, and the four background dancers. I asked why we can't be on the same floor as the boys. 

"Because we fear that things may happen to you girls with those boys." My dad answers. 

I roll my eyes as I enter my room. We each got a separate room so we can each have our privacy. It was a nice room. A queen sized bed, large tv, and a pretty decent window. I drop my luggage on the bed and look outside. It has a great view of the street below. I look at the houses and noticed one stood out to me. It had a long driveway, dark brown bricks, and black roof. There was even a bite of a rusty red on the sidewalk by the house. 

Wait a minute. 

Can it be?! 

I know that house anywhere! 

"CLARA! JESSICA MARIE! ABBEY! GET IN MY ROOM!" I yell at the top of my lungs. 

In a few seconds, they run in. "What is it?!" Abbey asked. 

"This hotel is right in front of my old house!" I shriek. We all look outside and at my house. 

I had tons of memories. Moving in at the age of eight. Riding my bike without training wheels for the first time, skinning myself from practicing my cartwheels (hence the dry blood), meeting Clare, Jeanell, Ingrid, Abby, and Lauren, and finding out that we were moving to England. 

"Dude, you have to Instagram it!" Clara said. 

I turn red. "I...uh...don't have an Instagram." I admit. 

Their mouths drop. "We'll have to make you one!" Jessica Marie states. "Get out your phone!" 

I pull out my phone and download the Instagram app. The first thing we needed was a username. 

"How about your twitter name? spencebridgett?" Clara suggests. 

"Nah." I reply. "I want something fun." Then it came to me. 

I type in my new username "doctorspencerbridgett16" 

"Why doctor?" Abbey asks. 

"Me and Brian call each other 'Doctor Bridgett' and it's something we've been doing for a long time." I answer. 

I put my name and my favorite quote in my bio. It's "the most important thing is to enjoy your life-to be happy-it's all that matters ~Audrey Hepburn" 

"So profile picture?" I open my camera and me and the girls take a funny picture. Jessica Marie had her eyes crossed, Abbey had this weird smile going, Clara had her tongue sticking out, and I had my cheeks puffed. 

I hit "create profile" and then my Instagram was created. Soon, I got three followers. 

"@abbey_dancing13 started following you. 

@jessica_marie145 started following you. 

@clara_lynn_12 started following you." 

"Hey! Harry, Louis, and Niall have Instagrams." Abbey says. "You should text one of them and they'll probably follow you." 

"I'm not talking to Harry." I state. 

"Is it the whole Carly thing?" I nod. "Spence, you have to get over it. Harry still loves you and is probably still devastated." 

I stay silent for a while. I open iMessage and pull up one of their contact name. 

To: Nialler "Hey! The girls forced me to make an Instagram. So I made one. If u want 2 follow me, I'm @doctorspencerbridgett16. Don't ask why." 

From: Nialler "Cool! I'll tell Lou and Haz." 

A few minutes later, I get three more notifications. 

"@niallhoran started following you. 

@louist91 started following you. 

@harrystyles started following you." 

I follow all six of them back. Then I get an idea. I go up to the hotel room mirror and snap a picture of my outfit: a red, white, and blue plaid shirt, a denim mini-skirt, and a pair of flip flops. I put in the caption: "Name's Spencer Bridgett! Sixteen years old and background dancer for a world famous band. No joke!" Seemed stupid, but good enough for a first picture. 

"Girls!" My dad shouts outside. "We have to go. We have an interview to go to!" 

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