Vogue.

Fifty One.

Celine

"I've always imagined meeting your family, and seeing your home." I mused, feeling him grab my hand and slide his fingers between mine.

"Is it what you were expecting?" He asked, through a sigh.

"Oh yeah." I nodded, grinning.

"How so?" He let a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

"It's cozy." I shrugged.

"Most childhood homes have that feeling." He spoke, looking over at me, and laying his head back.

"Mine did." I agreed. "I wish I could go see it."

"Why can't you?" He asked, lifting our hands, to examine the matching rings littering my fingers.

"It burnt down, after we moved." I spoke, closing my eyes. "There was a lot of- what they call bozungu's." I said. 

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"They're kind of like gangs. It means like conspirators." I said. "They burnt down most of the homes in the dolobhana, including ours."

"That's horrible, I'm sorry."

"It was heartbreaking then. Now I'm over it. I have the memories." I shrugged.

"That's all that matters." He said, kissing my knuckles.

I watched him graze his lips and stubble over my knuckles, and smiled. I lifted my other hand to grab his and lower it, to clear a space to lean into. We met each others lips, gently.

I saw our first kiss in the arena, and our last kiss in the airport. And I saw all of them in between.

He pulled away and spoke, "Hey,"

"Hi," I muttered. He leaned over me, so my back was pressed into the back of the couch.

"Can we talk about us?" He asked. "Seriously."

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Of course."

"I want-"

"Wait-" I stopped him, looking at the doorway through to the dining room to the kitchen.

"We can go up to my room." He nodded to the narrow staircase. I stood up, and pulled him up with me. I started up the stairs and stopped at the top. "Right." He told me. I turned to my right, and waited for further direction. "Last one." I walked to the end of the hall, and pushed the door open. The walls were an off white, the bed wore a dark blue comforter, and there was a wooden desk that matched the bed frame.

"This is cute." I laughed.

"Thank you." He nodded.

I sat on the bed and sighed.

"Okay, shall we continue?" I asked, patting the bed, beside me.

He sat next to me, and laced our fingers together.

"I want to be with you." He said. "And by that, I mean in a relationship, a committed, no bullshit, relationship, with you."

I smiled, "By no bullshit, you mean with the industry..?"

"Yeah," he laughed.

"Good. I don't want our careers to get in the way of the fact that what we have here is genuine and real, because that is so hard to find." I shook my head.

"They won't." He shook his head. "I won't let them." He shrugged.

"Neither will I." I agreed. "Hell I may have to convince the girls to get a new manager anyway." I shook my head.

"You don't like Matty?" He asked.

"He doesn't have our best interest at heart." I sighed. 

"Managers come and go." He shrugged.

"Oh yeah, but boyfriends." I chuckled. "They're in it for the long run, huh?"

"Only some, like me." He said, leaning into my side to kiss my cheek.

Next Week

I always loved going over the new choreography.

The choreography for our song Funny started with us sitting on some stools since the beginning of the song is acoustic. When we get to the chorus we hop off the stool and use the stool in our dance.

"2, 4, 6, 8... lyric?" Nick, our choreographer called.

"You made her shoot me in the back!" I panted. 

Naomi followed my answer with a machine gun noise that's in the song.

"Oh yeah, okay so we step over the stool, spin, lean over it, and grab the sides. So 2...4...6..." He said, showing us. "8 is on the machine gun noise, lift the stool, and 1, 2, 3, 4." He demonstrated. We had to lift the stool and pretend to shoot it.

"I love this." Rylee laughed.

We practiced enough so we were ready to try it in the show tonight.

So far Liana has been here for three shows and she's really enjoying herself. She's getting along well with Camille and Cole.

We all got to shower then we had to get our outfits on, and hair and make up done.

"Say hi to Snapchat!" Liana announced.

"Hi to Snapchat!" I stuck my tongue out.

"Butter lips!" Aspen shouted. I started doing the technique with her.

"Pisces!" I commanded next.

"Quit moving!" Cam laughed.

"Riff!" Rylee joined us.

Tonight the first outfits are slightly sheer cream colored, loose, mini dresses.  We're wearing these for the opening then during the chorus of the second song they'll be ripped off by some of the dancers, leaving us in our second outfit, which are leather outfits. Mine are high waisted shorts and a cropped spaghetti strap. Naomi got the one piece, Aspen has shorts with fringe hanging over the hems, and Rylee has a skin tight romper.

I felt Aspen grab my hand and Naomi take my other one. Rylee joined us in our huddle.

"Okay girls, we got this. We're in Boston, tomorrow we'll be in NYC we gotta make this count." I smiled. "Tell me what we're grateful for."

"Our families who are or soon will be joining us." Naomi said.

"Our crew." Aspen said.

"Our amazing fans." Rylee added.

"And of course most importantly, each other." I said, stepping in to hug them.

"Alright, show time ladies." I heard Matty tell us.

We crouched under the stage and got on our platform and in formation.

Liana

A few days after we left from the UK, Harry contacted me and we planned on surprising Celine with being him out here. So as I went out to watch the girls perform I texted him asking where his seat was.

A3 section 15. I'm like right behind you

I looked up. I was standing in front of section 13. I looked to my right seeing him waving me down. He was actually really close to the stage, but if he sat Lina wouldn't see him, and he, of course, looked slightly different.

I stood in front of the aisle and he knelt down in front of his seat.

"The dinner party is at 8:30, meaning you need to meet me in the lobby at 8:40." I told him.

"I can do that." He nodded.

"Good, you look handsome, by the way." I smiled.

"Thanks, you look very nice as well." He grinned, and stood back up, locking his eyes on my sister on stage. I moved further down the walkway so that if she looked my way she wouldn't see him.