Vogue.

Eleven.

Two Weeks Later

"We're exhausted, we're smelly, and we're cranky." I could hear Rylee's accent narrating our evening. "We've just got off our plane, we are beginning our European tour, in Ireland-"

"Home of my hubby." Aspen butted in.

"Home of Pen's hubby, clue four." Ry giggled. We started a project on Twitter, since the fans were Oh- so- curious about who Aspen was always taking about in our video logs. So we've been giving them a few hints. One, there are no actual pictures of him with Aspen. Two, he sings. Three, his laugh is contagious. And the most recent, four, he's from Ireland.

"That'll give it away." Mimi muttered, beside me.

"Not all of us are cranky." I piped, smiling as Cole turned his camera at me.

"Lina and I are rarely cranky." Aspen says, nodding, in agreement.

"She tells the truth, I'm a happy person, around the clock." I nod, "Unless I don't get coffee." I add, lifting my warm cup I was given between flight and drive. Cole gave us the sign he was going to wrap up the footage so I gave a goofy grin and let him move it to the other girls.

"How much do you have so far?" Rylee asks, lifting her legs over his thighs. Poor Cole.

"About half." He answers. "You girls have done a good job not letting word get out about the movie." He praises.

Cole is from California, hired straight out of college, he's 24, and treats us like the little sisters he never wanted. He first impressed us as a complete nerd, he was much too prepared for his first few days. But, as always, we helped him warm up to us very quickly. Now aside from his prescription frames, and skinny body, he's just any other 24-year-old guy.

"Did I tell you Cara told me to contact her agency to see if they'd sponsor our Last Winter video?" I ask, looking forward to where Matty was in the passenger seat.

"Did she? What agency is she with?" He asks, pulling his phone from his pocket.

"Storm Management." I told him. And off he was using his magic managing hands to pull some strings.

"Speaking of gorgeous Brits." I heard Aspen. "Have you talked to yours?" I waited a moment for someone to respond to her question, thinking maybe Cole had found himself a lady. I looked up to see the three in the back staring at me.

"Me?" I question, lifting my brows.

"Yes, you." Aspen exclaimed. I looked between her and Cole, completely befuddled.

"She lost those brain cells when she was puking." Mimi jumped into the conversation. I glanced at her remembering the sore stomach that food poisoning left me with.

Harry?

"I remember." I argued. "I just... wish I didn't."

"It was not that bad." Rylee chuckles.

"You weren't there, Ry, it was horrible. I must've puked about ten times that night." I recalled, evoking his face after he left me at Naomi's house.

"Yet he let you have his bed, bought you a clean outfit, breakfast, and brought you home so you were safe." Mimi lists, lifting her sweat shirt off of her face.

"So the date was bad because of you, he was a gentleman?" Cole reaffirms, in more of a quizzical voice.

"Absolute gentleman." Mimi gushes, causing me to roll my eyes.

"You should set up another date." Aspen nods.

"Over my dead body."

Harry