One In A Million

xi

I sang L.A. Boyz as I ran down the stairs and into the hotel's hot breakfast room.

After sitting down with my pancakes, waffles, bagel and eggs, I drew out my phone and whooped whilst updating my Twitter page.

@Wazz_Up_Chickas: Who's as phsyced as I am? I'm now in NY for six days instead of 3! So epic!

I spent the next ten minutes on Pinterest, not finishing my food. The boys had passed me while I was on the phone, so I ran upstairs - to our single room - and stripped of my sweaty clothes in order to prepare for my pre-concert concert.

Jenna: Your concert is going to be recorded live! What songs are you doing?

Lily: I think Had Me @ Hello and This Love

Jenna: Can't wait!

I laughed and tossed my phone onto the bed.

After a long shower, I dried and curled my hair, applied light pink lipstick and unfolded my clothes.

I listened after a sharp knock on the door, "Lily, we're going to get coffee, want any?"

"Yeah, Harry," I had taken up the drink since I learned how hard getting up at six was, "My usual!"

"Got it! Be right back! Get ready!" Liam yelled, fighting (I could tell by the grunting) with Louis.

"I will! Bye!" I dropped the towel from my chest and sighed.

My shirt was a white tank-shirt with a studded collar with a back that reached below my bum, and my shorts were solid black, leg-bearing, high-waisted shorts. I tucked in the shirt, clipped on black suspenders and slid a diamond bow ring onto my left middle finger.

"Shoes . . . shoes . . . " I mumbled. I found a pair of pink Doc Martens and laced them up.

I texted a few people (Cher, Jenna, Leo, Ed) until the boys came back with my iced coffee. I smiled as I indulged in the drink. We yelled orders to each other, ignoring them all the same, until we found ourselves in Times Square.

I couldn't help but stop breathing when I saw the whole thing.

"Cool, right?" Niall whispered, standing behind me.

All I could do was nod.

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I had been setting up, doing autographs, talking to fans and speaking with magazines for around eight hours before everything was ready.

Darn, I thought, New York gets dark quick!

Cameras were set up for the live recording, just as Jenna had said, my friends and our families were watching. It wasn't the fact that I was singing that made it important, but where I was singing made it cool.

Sure enough, woman carrying pink striped bags walked out of the store behind me, they had just opened the store again since that was where I was getting ready.

"Nervous?" Zayn asked, chuckling.

"Nerves," I forced a laugh, "What nerves?"

"Don't worry about it, have fun." he smiled and handed me a mic.

"Cool!" I whispered. The mic was bedazzled ombre pink and blue, my name encrusted in black.

I leaped onstage and waved, the crowd screaming.

I slipped my ear piece in, "Welcome to Times Square! I'm L. J.!" They greeted me in screams. "Are you ready for some fun?" I yelled into the mic. More screams. "First of all, the first song I'm going to sing is on the EP, so watch out for that! The second is track four on my album - which comes out in May, so watch for that too! Now," I lowered my voice and cocked my eyebrows, "Let's get started."