"Lily, something wrong? You've been kind of distracted," Nick asked Lilia quietly. A few weeks had passed, and the tour had now brought them to London, England. Things had been beautiful with Nick and Lilia, and he was slightly worried by her aloofness as of late.

"No, not at all," she lied. She was sitting on his lap, and they were out on the balcony of his hotel room, observing the city sky line on a cool, fresh night. He ran his hand along her back, and turned her face so he could meet her gaze.

"Are you sure? You're not getting homesick, are you?" he asked.

"No, not at all."

"Then what is it?"

"There isn't anything," she exploded. She stood up, and walked inside.

"Okay, now I know that there is something. What's going on Lilia?" he demanded. She knew that things were serious when he called her by her real name.

"Why are you insisting that there is something? What could possibly be wrong with me? I mean, look around you Nick. I'm in London, with my beautiful, famous boyfriend who I love a lot, I'm surrounded by my life long friends and I couldn't be happier, okay? But the problem is that I can't be completely happy when I know that I have to return to reality in a few weeks, back to my home where I know I'll be miserable, missing the love of my life. Satisfied?" she declared, sitting down in a huff. Nick smiled, and knelt down.

"Why do you do that?" he asked, resting his head on her lap.

"What?" she demanded.

"That! I ask you something, and you turn it all around and say something incredibly wonderful and act like I just offended you," he replied. She laughed.

"It's a talent, I guess. But don't you worry, ever? I mean, I love you and I love being with you, but long distance sucks. Who knows what will happen when I have to go home in two weeks?"

"Take it one day at a time, remember Lily? Just one day at a time," he said softly, kissing her palm.

* * * *

In the middle of the night, Lilia lay awake, listening to the deep breathing of the man beside her. Her worries had kept her awake, unable to find sleep. Anxiety embedded deep within, she hated lying to Nick, but she knew that she had to say something. Anything, but what was really bothering her.

She stood up, and walked over to the table, and picked up the letter lying on it. Trembling hands, she remembered how happy Nick had been showing it to her. He said that it made everything worthwhile.

Dear Nick,

I know that you and everyone else in the band don't like it when people say that you're role models, but I have to say that you are mine. It's really not that hard to choose you guys, you're always doing good things for people and with your charities and stuff. With all of the bad influences in music right now, with all the drugs and other things, you never hear anything bad about you guys, and it's inspiring. It's nice to know that there is someone who does good things. I know that you'd never do anything that would make me regret my choice of role model.

I also really like your music. So thank you, Nick and others (I'm writing this to you because you are my favourite), for being awesome role models for us to look up to. Keep it up,

Your biggest fan,

Shannon

It was from a thirteen year old girl that the Boys had met that day, who had cancer that they were spending time with. She had been in awe of them, he had said, really shy and afraid to say anything to them. Near the end of the visit, she just handed him the letter and burst into tears and ran back to her mother.

The fear that was in the back of her mind starting nagging her again. She had never been late before. Never once. Not even by a day. Especially by ten days. As the days passed, she had been trying to ignore the fear that was starting to sprout in her mind, pushing it aside, finding some excuse to deny the very possibility. She had ignored the date for five days, but when reading the confiding letter written by that little girl, her fears had become to loud to be ignored any longer. The very thought that she might be pregnant terrified her, but it had got to the point where she had to find out.

Rocking herself, tears running down her face, she tried to ignore thoughts of the implications. There was a list of reason her arms' length as to why she was unprepared for this. She was only twenty, she was too young, too inexperienced. And for every reason that this would be bad for her, she knew, deep within herself, that there were three or four pertaining to why it would be even worse for Nick. And one very big example was the letter, the shaky hand-written letter, full of spelling errors and grammatical faux pas, the letter she held in her shaking hand.

* * * *

"Baby! I need to talk to you!" Paul called banging on her door. She sighed. This was not the ideal moment for her to be bothered by hearing another account of how much he loved Sandy and wanted to let Damon and Jacki know about them. She was in the middle of her test. In a few minutes she would know the truth, and put an end to the limbo and uncertainty of not knowing.

She opened the door reluctantly and sat her friend down, watching the clock nervously. Another few minutes and she would have her results.

"Sandy threatened me. She said I have a week to come clean, otherwise we're through. Why can't she just tell them?" he whined.

"Because you've made it clear that you're like, the leader of Premiere. You made the rule, you broke it, so now it's up to you to come clean about it. Deal with it, and tell them. Don't loose Sandy over it," Lilia advised coldly. Paul frowned. The Lilia he knew was not like this at all. She would be comforting and understanding. He had noticed how happy and secure she seemed within herself ever since she had been with Nick, and how complete she seemed with him. Even when she had been with Greg, who Paul detested, she had never seemed so…right. They had never seemed to click, but with Nick…there was an electric charge in the room whenever the other entered. But know, she seemed preoccupied and cold, like she had something more important to deal with, other than him.

"Lilia, everything okay with you?" he asked. She sighed, and felt a sudden need to share her situation with him, to have support through the remaining two minutes before her fate was decided. She was about to open her mouth when another knock at the door interrupted her.

"Lilia, can we talk?" Damon's voice called out. She opened the door.

"What's wrong Damon?" she asked.

"I think Paul knows!" Damon cried.

"Knows what?" Paul asked, coming to them at the door. Damon's eyes widened and he froze.

"Oh, nothing," he said loudly, obviously nervous about how close this was getting.

"Are you sure? Anything wrong?" Paul asked.

"Oh, nothing at all. Anyway, Baby, I'd like to talk to you whenever you have a spare moment," Damon asked.

"Yeah, I have to go, Lilia, but I also needed to talk to you sometime soon, okay?" Paul asked. Suddenly Lilia could take it no more.

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary boys, because all the advice that I could give you will come right now. Damon, just tell Paul that you're sleeping with Jacki, and Paul, tell him the same thing about Sandy. End of story," she said, and slammed the door. An awkward silence followed as Paul and Damon observed each other warily.

"So…what she said-"

"Is true. You?"

"Yeah. So, are we-"

"Cool with it? Yeah. I mean, if you are."

"Oh yeah. So…double date?" Paul shrugged.

"Okay. Let's find the girls," he said.