Vogue.

Eighteen.

"It's nice of you to join us," Mimi said to me once I had woke up, around noon. "We have to be to the venue early this time."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I shake my head, watching Aspen walk out of her room, looking pissed.

"Can I talk to you?" She questions, glaring at me. I glanced at Mimi, only to see her as confused as me.

"Yeah-but I need to get dressed-"

"Okay, come on." She nods her head in the direction of my room. I turned on my heels and approached my door. I let her shut my door, then lock it. I turned warily to my bag to pull out a new outfit. "I don't care if you don't tell the girls, but please," She paused, making me turn to look at her. "Tell me." She lifted her phone, which I now notice was clutched in her hand.

I stepped forward to take it in my hands and see the screen closer. There was a picture of me, and Ruth holding Charlie's hands, as we walked into the clinic. I let my eyes shut, and block out the horror in front of me.

"We just got into town, how did they find me." I breath, as if that was the real problem.

"Who cares? Celine, what is wrong?" She enunciated.

"I'm sick, Aspen." I shake my head.

"With what?" She asks, looking over me, like I'd have something written into my skin.

"The bacteria that made me sick is still in my system and they need to clean my blood before it cases any permanent damage. Happy?" I question, turning back to my bag to strip my tank off and replace it with a cropped black t shirt.

"Well, what are they doing to help, how do you clean your blood-"

"Dialysis. That's why I was at the clinic, I had my first treatment, and I was so tired I felt like resting the rest of the day." I explain, becoming more frustrated as I spoke.

"Dialysis? Isn't that for diabetics?"

"It's not exactly the same." I shrug, looking around for the high waist jeans I had pulled out the previous day.

"Well... this is serious Lina, please don't just brush this off?" She persisted.

"Aspen, I'm not." I breathed. "Having people question me about this is enough, it'll be out soon and I don't want this to start yet."

She watched me and let her gaze fall over me, then dropped onto my bed.

"I just want you to be better." She avoided my eyes.

"So do I, and I will be." I shrug, sitting beside her. "But right now, we have to get ready to play Wembley." I raise my eyebrows, as she looks up and me, grinning.

"It's crazy, huh?"

"Oh trust me, I know." I roll my eyes, reminding myself I had a date with the biggest boy-bander on the planet.

Okay, saying that we were nervous was an understatement. Croke Park was huge... but Wembley. It was gorgeous, monstrous, and overwhelming.

"Can you believe this?" I followed Mimi out onto the stage, still lit by the sun.

"Stop saying that, it might pull me back into reality." I shake my head, looking back at Cole who had hi camera up, on me and Naomi. He spun as we made it out, getting all of the stage. He had his assistant cinematographer in the standing area, filming us. I could see Aspen and Rylee already had their mics for rehearsals.

My eyes scanned the site, searching for my orange mic cover. I spotted it on the mic stand beside Mimi's green one. I followed her over, passing Aspen and Rylee.

"Did you guys see the sign outside?" Rylee questions, eyeing us as we walked. I stopped at my standing, pulling my mic out, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What sign?" I ask, looking to Mimi.

"I did." She grins. "One of the fans had a big sign that had some huge sign that said 'I taught myself Zulu, and Ngiyakuthanda!'"

"I missed that?" I gawk, waiting as Aspen pulled her phone out. I stepped forward, as she showed me the picture. It was hanging over the divider that kept the fans back. I covered my mouth, I have to go see that." I pout, looking around.

"There should still be a few beefs out there." Rylee told me. Referring to the security as beef, as always.

"I'll be back shortly." I warned, as I went to the side of the stage, hopping off and unlatching one of the fences so I could maneuver through it. Cole followed me.

I slowed down, moment later, feeling myself getting tired. I got the front gates and walked along the first one so the fans didn't see me. I continued to pause at a few of the narrow openings to peer through. After finding it, I propped myself on the bottom of the fence and pulled myself over. I pushed one leg over and looked down to see Shaun, one of the beefs, below me. I cheesed at him, and looked up at the cluster of people, behind a fence. Immediately the volume grew from a three to a ten.

I let my legs fall around Shaun's shoulder. He released a groan, making me laugh, then screech as he pulled me off the fence, and fall down his back.

"Thanks big guy." I say, patting his back.

"Wait, Celine-" I ignore him. seeing Cole on this side of the fence with me. I jogged towards the gate, and decelerated, hearing everyone repeating my name. I beamed at the girls surrounding the sign. I opened my arms, and ignored the two security guards closest to me.

"Nami ngiyakuthanda." I exclaimed, leaning over the fence to hug the girls.

"Oh my god, thank you so much."

"Thank you guys." I say, hugging the next girl. "This is amazing and I had to come out to tell you girls how much I appreciate this." I announce, feeling Cole at my side again.

"Celine!" I look around, spotting everyone who's calling me and waving.

"I love you all!" I call, waling backwards. I felt myself trip, and lose my breath.

I fell for only a millisecond, until I felt someone grabbing me.

"Thanks Shaun!" I pat his forearm, as I stand up straight. He shook his head, and didn't let me go. I waved, and pried his hand off, jogging passed Cole, pausing to pull his lens closer and kiss it, then abandon the outside of the arena.