I put my phone down. I’m going to do this. I’m going to run naked down this hotel corridor just like a Spice Girl. Oh my goodness, I have even more respect for those women now that I know they used to do this on tour.
No, I can’t do this.Am I actually going to do this?!I shake my hands out at my sides, like athletes do before an Olympic race, because I’m sure we have a similar amount of nerves.
I creak open the door and stick my head out. There’s no one there and—
Oh my god I almost forgot the key card.
Can you imagine?Can you imagine?!Wow. That could have been really bad. I actually would have died right there if I had locked myself out of my hotel room naked. I grab the key card and clutch it in my tingling fingers as though my life depends on it.
Here we go again. Opening the door, I look up and down the corridor again, and then once more for good measure. I listen for any sounds. There’s no ping of the elevator; only silence from all the rooms down the way.
This is it. This is my moment. My moment to shine. I’m going to go for it.
I’m going to bloody go for it.
With a little squeak of excitement mixed with nerves, I creep through the door and then dash down the corridor as fast as I can, giggling my head off. Oh my goodness.This is hilarious!I can’t stop giggling, like I’m a bonkers teenager playing a stupid prank or acting out an outrageous dare with a group of friends, when in real life I’mon my ownrunning naked around a hotel! What am I doing?!
I feel so freeeeee!
I reach the end of the corridor, turn on my heel, and leg it back to my room.
I’m almost at my door when I hear a sound that turns my blood to ice.
“Freya?”
I yelp, looking over my shoulder to find Jamie standing in the door leading from the stairwell, his mouth wide open in shock.
“Oh my god,” I cry in horror. “No, no, no, no!”
I slam into my door and desperately try to get the key card working, shaking the door handle at the same time, butof course,the light flashes red.
“What the—” he begins.
The light is green!I fly through the door, slam it shut behind me, and bury my face in my hands, shaking my head and desperately wishing to erase that moment. I feel like I’m on fire, my cheeks are so hot, and I run into the bathroom, ripping the dressing gown off from the hook and wrapping it round me immediately.
To no surprise, there is a knock on the door a few moments later.
“Freya?” he says, rapping his knuckles against the door again when I don’t answer. “Hey, are you okay? Can I come in?”
“No!” I shout back, dying with embarrassment. “Go away!”
“Oh. Is someone in there with you? Sorry, none of my business. I’ll go.”
“No, there is no one in here with me!”
“Why are you so cross?”
“I’m not cross!Go away!”
He chuckles. “Come on, let me in. There’s no need to be—”
“Stop laughing at me!”
“I’m not, I swear!”
“I can hear you!”
“I’m laughing at the shock of the situation! I wasn’t expecting to… uh… see that.”
