Dare to Dream // n.h

Chapter Five: Just a Kiss.

Hey guys. So if you remember my last chapter, I said I might write – well, if you've read One Direction's Dare to Dream book, it's split into sections. And if you say you want me to, I'll write Lily's section in it, because in my book, I pretend that she features in it. So if you want me to write that, just say :)

And I feel awful about the wait! My friends literally RUB IT IN MY FACE with updating every day, practically. So, I hope you enjoy this hopefully long make-up chapter ;)

And don't hate Lily. I mean, have you seen Danny O'Donoghue? ;)

Video: Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum.

Picture: Cher Lloyd. 

External Link: Lily and Cher's outfits at The Brit's.

Lana :)

♫ ♫ ♫

Chapter Five: Just a Kiss.

Lily:

I'm coming home, coming home,

Tell the world I'm coming home.

Let the rain wash away

All the pain of yesterday...

My eyes jumped open at the quiet ringtone. Mumbling curses under my breath, I fumbled for the phone.

“What is it?” I snapped into the phone. At four in the morning, it could be Santa Claus for all I cared.

“Hey, Lily,” Danny said brightly. I bit back my retort and tried to keep my eyes open to reply.

“What is it, Danny? It's four.”

“I had lots of caffeine,” He said, and I could nearly see him shrugging. I remembered kissing Niall two days ago, and remembered seeing Danny. I hadn't dared touch Niall again; I was too scared I'd see his face again.

“I was wondering if you'd like to take me up on the football game I promised you?” He answered. I closed my eyes, trying not to slip back into a dream.

“I can't, Danny. At seven I have to rehearse with Rapture, at nine I have Little Mix, then I'm going to – holy toledo!”

“What?” He asked, surprised. I put a cool hand up to my forehead, suddenly wide awake. Inwardly I groaned.

“Crap! I've been so busy arranging the new Grow Up single, and doing other stuff I completely forgot Ambrosia's performing at The Brits tonight! Shoot! Oh my God, I have to go wake Cher!” I was mostly talking to myself now. How could I have been so careless as to forgot The Brits of all things? Of duetting with Boyce Avenue tomorrow, organizing a new single for our duo, meeting Danny, rehearsing with the groups, the live shows, Niall and everything else The Brits are the most important.

“The Brits, whoa. Any nominations?” A streak of jealousy crossed his voice, I could hear it plain and clear.

“Just...just two,” I mumbled, feeling a little guilty.

“Which?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Best Group and Best British Single. Uh, Want U Back. One Direction were nominated too,” I attempted to make him feel better that The Script wasn't nominated.

“British Group? Coldplay's in there. Wow,” He remarked.

“Yeah,” I murmured. “I gotta go, Danny. Bye.”