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 L. J. Stomp,

     You have been invited to-

Lillian James,

      You are welcome to attend-

Ms. Stomp,

       We are honored to invite you to-


"Fashion show, the Queens ball and a movie premier!" I yelled so loud I'm sure the entire hotel heard. I squealed, hearing Liam tell me to call Tre. I nodded fervently, dialing his number already.

"Hello, Lillian. Why have you called?" he asked, not sternly, but normal for him.

I answered, "I got tons of invites today, whould I go?"

Tre cleared his throat, "I don't see why not."

"Now, what movie, and when are these happening?" I asked.

"The movie is Iron Man 3. And these all happen in the few months." then he hung up.

"Mornin' to yah too, Tre." I exhaled.

"Get to the car!" Zayn pushed me out the door.

"Screw waking up at six, man." I slapped his arm as we got into the van.

He chuckled, "Get used to it, or copy Harry." he pointed to Harry as he slept on Liam's shoulder.

I laughed silently. We talked about the most random things for the trip.

"Why are we here?" I asked when we stopped in front of a house. My question was answered when Andi jumped into the car beside drooling Harry.

She pushed his head away and smiled at me, "Why am I here? To help you with this." She then dumped a giant black bag in front of me, "Ta-da! All the clothes you need for today!"

I sighed and rubbed my temples, "What about Radio Disney?"

She smiled, "I got it!"

Louis set a hand on my knee, "Don't stress out."

I nodded, "Trust me, I won't."

"I somehow have a hard time believing that." he replied, squeezing my knee.

"I'll be fine, man."

He nodded and looked out the window.

We then sat in silence again until we got to the TeenVouge business building.

Feeling suddenly awake, I squealed and ran inside, Andi's bag slung over my arm.

"Welcome to TeenVouge, L. J.! How are you?" a teenager, maybe a bit older than Harry, asked.

I waved, "Fine, tired though." I pouted and she giggled, "But why am I here? I'm only twelve . . . "

"It doesn't matter! Plus, you have a shoot with Seventeen later as well, so don't sweat this."

I laughed, "So popular my age doesn't matter!"

"Precisely, L. J.!"

"The boys left, they didn't want to be around all this 'girl stuff' so it's just moi!" Andi shook the girls hand before she guided Andi and I to my dressing room. Andi took the bag and handed me a very edgy outfit, "Black leather jacket, black denim jeans, red ankle boots and a red tank top."

I smiled and changed, loving all of it.

As Andi did my hair into a halo braid and twists around my head, an interviewer cam in with an iPad and a fresh smile.

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