Louis pulled the thermometer out of my mouth and shook it until he got the reading, "One-0-five." he sighed and I coughed right on cue.
"We can't go to that interview. We can't take her with us nor can we leave her alone." Harry shook his head.
Way to make me feel welcome, gentlemen!
"I'm sorry," I whispered, hanging my head as I pulled the bed covers over my arms.
"No, it's okay, sweetheart. You can't control being sick." Zayn lulled, crawling onto my bed to hold me against his chest.
"Idea!" I screamed, not only scaring the boys, but also myself, "All but one of you go."
Liam nodded, "I'll stay." he raised his hand and smiled in my direction.
Zayn kissed my temple, "Alright. If you need anything, call us." he stood up and walked out.
The rest of them followed until Harry was the only one watching my sorry butt.
"Lily?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, Harry?"
"I . . . Never mind." he turned and managed to get one foot in the hall.
"Back it up and park it." I patted the bed. He sighed and followed orders, staring at the ground the entire time. "Now tell Dr. Stomp what's wrong." I sympathized, knowing I was going to regret it.
"TaylorAndIBrokeUp." he blurted and shoved his face into his hands.
"I'm sorry, Haz. . . . But you'll always have Lou . . . and me!" I grinned.
He looked at me through the corners of his eyes, "Cheeky."
"I know right?" I waved my hands in a camp-like manner and he laughed. "You have to go, move it buster!" I slapped his back and he walked out with a smile.
Thank God, Taylor was weird.
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At seconds notice, Liam walked back in as I was hitting pink and black drum sticks against the textbooks in front of me.
I held my arm over the edge of the bed, keeping my gaze on him, then dropped the sticks onto the floor and pointed at him, "YouDidNotSeeMeDoWhatYouToldMeNotToDoEverAgain," I sucked in a deep breath, "Because. It. Bothers. You." I smiled.
"Isn't that for, I don't know, drums?" he chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"Yes." I stated simply.
"Okay then. You up for breakfast?" he asked while setting my books on the floor.
"Yeah, sure." I rubbed my eyes, my hand gaining brief contact with my searing forehead.
"I'll get it then we can watch the interview from your laptop." he left the room so I set up the site, along with twitter.
I clicked onto Harry's feed and read his last tweet.
@Harry_Styles: Send @Wazz_Up_Chickas your love while our little girl is sick!
I went on to my feed where hundreds of get well wishes flooded in.
I smiled as Liam walked in, handing me a glass and setting a plate on my bedside table.
"You got it?" he asked and sat beside me.
"Yeah, it's on."
Interviewer: So boys, how are you?
Great!
Interviewer: Good to hear! Now, we heard of a new album on the way. You just released Take Me Home, working already?
Louis: Yeah, not much, just finding and writing the sings we want for the next album.
I: And what about that star of yours? L. J. Stomp. What's it like to watch her achieve her dreams younger than you did?
My stage name, as you guessed, is L. J. Stomp. You know, Like Lily James Stomp.
Harry: She isn't ours, really. Her family is in California, but she does live with us.
Zayn: I'd say it's weird to watch her do what we do with more maturity and a level head.
Niall: It's fun, I like coaching her with lots of things. In turn, she helps me with even more.
I: What does she do while you're at concerts?
Louis: She tags along sometimes. Her tour doesn't start until after the album is made, which is after the EP is made. So she has a lot of work. But, when she doesn't come, her friend Jenna comes over and they hang out outside.
I: Anything you love doing with her?
Niall: *laugh* She makes a game out of everything. She found a way to make gardening like tic-tac-toe, she divided the trampoline into three parts and practices gymnastics on it, I personally like watching her entertain herself.
Zayn: She will come into our rooms every morning and find the clothes she wants us to wear, it's really quite funny.
Harry: I like playing with the dog with her. And playing football.
Louis: Football is so weird when you play it with her.
I: Sounds like Ms. Stomp makes you happy. Would you agree?
Harry: Definitely.
I: What's your favorite part about being a singer?
Zayn: Um, I would say the people we get to meet, the places we go, our fans, and much much more.
I: I would hope so! Well, that's all the time we have for One Direction everybody! Hope you get better, L. J.!
I looked up at Liam and he snickered, "I don't know how they knew." he shrugged.
"Why didn't they ask where you were?" I squinted.
He threw his head back and laughed even harder, "I don't know!"
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The boys got home and I was feeling better. We decided to use the outdoor theater we never used. I sat on one of the outdoor bed things and shoved a handful of popcorn into my mouth. Niall rolled around on the grass, texting as Harry and Louis chased each other around the open yard. Liam turned on the movie and Zayn strolled into his chair.
There were candles and lights lit around the yard and over a giant tree, bowls of popcorn had been set out in random places and chairs were strewn within five yards of the flat screen.
Niall sat beside me and helped himself to my popcorn. I swatted his hand and watched the movie. Before I fell asleep, six simple words were uttered.
"Lily, we're going to America tomorrow."
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One In A Million
Fanfiction"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example in speech, in life, in love, in faith, and in purity . . . " My name is Lillian James Stomp. Simon Cowell signed me as his first - but one and only - American, twelve-year...