Andy's POV

"Andy. Aaandyyy." Someone whispered. I forced my eyes open, sitting up slightly to look around. My curtains were still closed and my eyes tried to adjust to the light.

"Over here."

I turned and saw Lilly perched on the end of my bed with a plate in her hands. "Happy birthday." She smiled. I sat up and took a closer look. "You made me a cake?"

"Well, I asked Belle to make you a cake, but I iced it." She admitted.

"Thank you." I replied.

"Do you want a piece?"

"Right now? In bed?"

"Of course." Lilly stood up, grabbed the knife she had set on my bedside table and sat down next to me. I don't know what made me do it, but I wrapped my arm around her waist. She didn't react apart from shuffling in closer to me.

"Can you see what you're doing?" I asked as she began to cut the cake, still in the dark.

"I can see fine thank you. Why? Is your vision failing you in your old age?"

"No, only getting better." I stopped as shoved a piece of cake into my mouth.

"Is it good?" She giggled, licking her fingers.

"Yeah it is. Belle did a good job." I teased.

"Hey!"

"And you did a good job icing."

"Thank you." She said, kissing me on the cheek. I was so surprised that I almost pulled back, but when I turned my head to face her I saw that same look I had seen so many times before. She slowly lent in closer, planning to kiss me, but I turned my head before she could. I didn't want it to happen like that. I didn't want us to mean nothing to her. Over the last few days I had realised that I actually genuinely liked Lilly and if something was ever to happen between us, I wanted it to mean as much to her as it would to be.

"So are we still on for tonight?" I asked. I knew that she probably saw tonight was what I had originally seen it as, a chance to sleep with each other, and that was confirmed by the look that lit up her face.

"Of course we are! I mean, we need to celebrate your birthday best we can." She said, drawing out the last few words.

"Okay well, what time is it?"

"One in the afternoon."

"Let me go and take a shower and I'll be ready by eight, okay?"

"Deal." She said, getting out of my bed and heading for my door. "And don't be late."

For the third time in the last hour, I pulled off my shirt, chucked it on the ground and opened my wardrobe. I flipped through the shirts I had hung; nothing. I turned back to my suitcase and pulled out a t-shirt. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed, thinking that this would just have to do, because it wasn't getting any better than this.

I poked my head out the door and listened around. I heard voices coming from Ellie's room, so I headed in that direction, looking for Lilly. The giggling voices stopped the moment I knocked on the door and Belle popped her head out.

"You called?"

"I am looking for Lilly."

"Well you'll have to wait." She replied.

"Why?"

"Because you're early and perfection takes time."

"But I'm only early by like five minutes!"

"Perfection takes time." Ellie repeated from inside the bathroom. She doesn't need it. She's already perfect, I mentally added.

"Come on guys! You're making it sound like I need a life time to look somewhat presentable." Lilly called from Ellie's bathroom.

"Okay, why do you all get bathrooms and we don't? Surely the band would get the bathrooms?"

"Because we are women and we have the power over you." Lilly replied, stepping out from the bathroom. Wow, I saw why she had taken the time. She was dress in a similar dress to Belle's from the video, but in a deep purple with matching heels. Her hair was tied back in a bun and she was holding a black studded purse with a tiny diamond encrusted skull on top.

"Come on, let's go." She said, dragging me towards the door while ignoring my gawking stare. "You'd think you'd never seen a girl before."

"Not one a beautiful as you." I replied truthfully.

"Laying it on a tad thick, don't you think?"

"Only if it's working."

"Idiot." She muttered, smiling.

We found the elevator and stopped while I eyed that tiny skull on Lilly's purse.

"It's Alexander McQueen."

"Huh?" I asked.

"My purse. It's Alexander McQueen. That's why it has a skull on it. It's kind of a trademark."

"You learn something new every day."

"That won't be the only new thing you learn tonight." She said, exiting the elevator.

Wow, I thought. I am absolutely fine with that. I think.

We walked the streets of London for about half an hour before Lilly pulled me towards what looked a popular club. It had a line around the block but she went right up to the front and flirted her way in. I was quickly pulled away from the echoing silence of the night in to the pounding club. I was used to the usual shitty club music that vibrated against the walls and the usual sluts that hung out in groups, trying to get with anybody who would pay them attention for more than five minutes. Within seconds Lilly returned from the bar with a drink for both of us. She shoved mine in my hand, downed hers and dragged me immediately to the dance floor.

Everything after that was a blur, up until Lilly dragged me out of our forth club and into a taxi. The cold air hit like a slap in the face and made me more aware of my surroundings. Something reeked of alcohol, but I soon realised that was us. I had my arm around Lilly, but more for support rather than any kind of affection. She had her hand tucked in the back pocket of my jeans and was using her other hand to direct me towards the taxi.

Once inside, she sat down practically on top of me and started to try and kiss me. As much as I wanted to kiss her back, I pushed her off me. I mean, she'd probably had as much to drink as I had if not more and I did want her to have some recollection of anything happening between us. When the taxi arrived at the hotel, we got out and stumbled towards the room. We both had our arms around each other, but it wasn't really clear who was supporting who. Once in the door Lilly attempted to drag me to her bedroom.

"No, no. Let's go watch some TV." I suggested, pushing her away. Maybe I was more sober than I had thought.

"Oh you want me on the couch baby?" She slurred, pushing me down in to a seated position on the couch. She was soon straddling me, pinning my shoulders back with her hands. She began to kiss me passionately, and as much as I was savouring her lips on mine, I tried my best to push her off. I grabbed her wrists, attempting her pull her off me, but Lilly was stronger than I thought and she held her ground. She detached herself from me and began to kiss her way down my neck, giving me a moment to protest.

"Lilly, we shouldn't do this."

"Why not?" She asked after I felt a sharp pain jolt through my body from my collarbone. "Don't you want me?"

"I do, but not if it's like this."

"Oh for fucks sake." She muttered. She stood up, rolled her eyes and marched off in the direction of her room. "Call me when you grow a pear." She called back before slamming her door.