Ellie's P.O.V

"Ellie. You're coming to VidCon with Dan and I right?" Phil asks as soon as I pick up my phone.

"Shit! Forgot about that..." I panic.
"Ok, well the flight to LA leaves in a week." He carries on.

"I want you and Dan to come over to my house." I surprise myself with the command but, if anyone can help me cover my job, it's Dan and Phil.

"Seriously...?" He acts as surprised as I felt when I first said it. "Yeah. Look I'm gonna need some help pulling this off and the two of you need to be the ones who help me. Got it?" I warn. "Yes ma'am!" Dan yells in the distance. "Phil... Is your phone by any chance, hooked up to the Bluetooth throughout your house?" I ask in a voice that I use to talk to kids.

                                ~*~

I see the familiar black SUV pull into our driveway and mentally prepare myself for what is about to happen.

"Boys! I have company!" I yell as I walk up to the door.

Just as Dan knocks, they all rush out of the gaming room and wait for me to introduce the two groups of boys.

"Boys, this is Dan and Phil. Dan and Phil, this is Liam, Harry, Zayn, Niall and Louis." I say, pointing to each person as I introduce them.

"Nice to meet you." Liam grins. "You too." Dan copies his actions.

"So anyways, I was wondering if I could go on... Vacation with them... To LA." I hesitantly say. "Vacation?" Zayn asks. "Oh Right! Holiday." I correct myself.

Even after living in London for as long as I have, I still use American words.

"Can we come?" Louis practically begs. Even with his puppy eyes, I can't give in.

"No... It's just that I...." I fade out, trying to think of an excuse. "It's a friend thing. We do it every year." Dan says, saving me from my awkwardness. "Almost like a tradition." Phil chimes in.

"You can go." Liam unexpectedly gives in. "Only if you promise not to hurt her or do something you'll regret." He warns, being his typical overprotective self.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I happily yell, running to hug him.

~One Week Later~

"Wait!" Harry yells, grabbing my hand before I could get into the car.

"Dramatic much?" I joke. "I don't want you to leave." He mumbles into my neck as soon as he gives me my last hug. "I have to... You wouldn't understand." I sigh. "Why can't you take us with you?" He asks. "I just can't..." I say, trying to pry him off me.

"Bye Ellie." Louis steps up to say his goodbye. "Bye Loui." I sigh into his shoulder. "It's gonna be so boring without you." He chuckles, pulling away. "Right back at ya." I grin.

"See you soon... Ok?" Zayn pulls me in for a quick squeeze and then pulls away. "Yeah." I care-freely smile.

"Here." Liam says, handing me a small music box. I gasp and throw my arms around him. It was the same music box that my older brother had given me before my mom and I had left for London.

My mom had told him that Father was abusing me and he had traveled from the other side of the country to get the two of us to London to start a new life. He still lives in America, over in New York.

"This means the world to me. Thanks." I grin, looking like an idiot. "I'll miss you." He wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "I'll Skype you once I get there." I laugh. "Every day?" He says, reminding me of the day I left for Ireland.

"Come here."  Liam hugged me. "Be careful ok?" He warned. "I will." I giggle. "And call me everyday?" He said. Still serious. "Whatever you say." I hug him again.

"Yeah. Every day." I agree.

"C'mon! Let's go." Niall urges, getting ready to take me to the airport to meet up with Dan, Phil, Marcus and Kenzie.

                              ~*~

"Flight 305 to Los Angeles now boarding." The announcement played over throughout the airport.

"I'll miss you the most." I admit to Niall. "Really?" He asks. "Yeah." I sheepishly admit.

"Give me your phone." He jokingly demands. I slip my hand into my back pocket and hand him my pink phone in its black case. "Why?" I ask as he goes to my contacts and presses the "plus" button. "You don't have my number. And I want to be the first one you call when something happens. Good or bad." He replies, typing in "Niall 😘" and adding his number. "Nice." I sarcastically retort once I see his name.

Then comes his picture... After scrolling through pictures of concerts, moments at home, and just awkward selfies, Niall decides to settle on the picture I took of him when we went to a amusement park in Dublin while we were in Ireland.

"Flight 305 to Los Angeles, please report to your seats in 5 minutes." The announcement warns.

"Bye Niall." I whisper before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and picking up my bags.

As I turn back, I see him looking at the floor and blushing.