A/N Hello everyone! How have you been since I last updated? I hope you're doing alright. I'm sorry for not updating for two weeks, but I was having some writers block with this one chapter. I finally got it with some help from a friend, who will remain nameless, although she knows who she is. So, if you're reading this, thank you!

By the way, we were watching Rise of the Guardians earlier with this friend (I'll call her Jack then, since he's her favorite), and I have to say it was pretty good! She told me I was like Tooth, and I was totally okay with that. My Mom was fangirling over the cute little version of Bunnymund, since she likes Hugh Jackman. May I just say it was pretty darn hilarious?

Anyway, I'm sorry again. I'm trying to update when I can. It'll be much more frequent, hopefully, when summer starts in two weeks.

One last note: If you've forgotten, One Direction is not in a relationship with any of their girlfriends in this story, even though that was kind of obvious when Liam and Courtney began dating. So, no Eleanor, no Danielle (even though I totally love Payzer), and no Perrie. Keep a note of that in this chapter, because there's going to be something relating to that in this chapter.

I've been talking too much. Let's just get along with the chapter, shall we? Hope you like it!

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Lizzie’s POV

The next morning, I got a phone call at about ten. I didn’t expect it, and for a second I didn’t even know who it was. Then, I finally recognized the ringtone. It was Louis. I had set his as Summer Nights from Grease, so I enjoyed when I heard him call. His ringtone was fun to listen to!

Summer days, drifting away,

To, oh, oh, the summer nights.

Well-a, well-a, well-a, huh,

Tell me more, tell me more,

Did you get very far?

Tell me more, tell me more,

Like does he have a car?

I almost let the phone continue to ring before I decided to pick it up. “Lou? What’s up?” I asked drowsily, having just woken up. I loved summer just so I could sleep in.

“Nothing really. I just wanted to know if you maybe wanted to join me in a Twitcam or something. The boys have some fittings with Lou, but I already finished,” he informed me, sounding hopeful.

“Um, I don’t know. I kind of just woke up,” I admitted. “But if you give me, like, thirty minutes, I’ll be ready,” I added.

"Great! Do you know where the boys and I are staying, hotel wise?” Louis asked.

“Louis, I live near where your hotel is. Trust me, I can get there somehow. I’ll just take my car and be there after getting ready. How does that sound?” I smiled as I talked with him.

“It sounds great. I’ll see you then, Liz. Bye,” he said before hanging up. I hung up as well and grinned, excited for this. I quickly put my phone down and got dressed as fast as I could. I grabbed my clothes: my favorite t-shirt from a recent trip to Florida and a pair of soccer shorts before changing and brushing my teeth and hair. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail as I walked down the stairs. I grabbed a milk and cereal bar from the cupboard, heading out to the car quickly.

I ate my breakfast bar as quickly as I could while I drove to the hotel. I flicked on the radio and smiled, hearing Kiss You playing. I sang along with the song, smiling as I heard the boys I now knew so well singing.

After about ten minutes of driving, I pulled up at the hotel. I parked in a spot near the front door (in case of needing to escape from fans that wanted to know why I was here, safety precautions) and walked into the lobby silently. I heard the screaming of the fans before I saw them. They were waiting in a huge group in the center of the lobby, wanting to see Louis. Had he Tweeted about coming back to the hotel to do a Twitcam or something?

I checked my phone, and sure enough, this is what I saw:

@Louis_Tomlinson:

Finished up with Lou for the day. I’m gonna do a Twitcam with a friend later at the hotel!

You have got to be kidding me, Louis. Now how am I supposed to get past the swarm of fans in the lobby waiting for you, or your friend, a.k.a. me?

I sighed, and dialed his number, stepping out of the lobby and standing to the side of the door, trying to block out the screams of “Boo Bear! We love you!” and “Who’s the special friend?”

Finally, he answered. “Liz? Where are you?”

“Downstairs, trying to figure out the easiest way to get around all those fans, genius,” I said sarcastically. “How the heck am I supposed to get up there?” I growled, annoyed.

“Shoot. I blanked on that, didn’t I?” Louis said. “Okay…let’s see. Maybe you can get up here with some help from someone at the front desk, maybe?” He suggested.

“And how will they know that I’m not a crazed fan trying to get up to your room to meet you?” I retorted.

“Keep me on the phone. I’ll talk to them for you. How does that sound?” he said.

“Okay, okay,” I sighed. “Give me a second.” I walked back into the lobby and pushed myself through the girls. “Hey! Woman trying to get to the front desk here!” I yelled. Finally, I made my way up to the desk. “Hi,” I said to the man at the desk. “I’m that friend that is supposed to meet Louis Tomlinson. I have him on the phone here, and I can’t exactly get to the elevators…” I said.

“May I speak to Mr. Tomlinson, then?” the man asked me.

“Sure, just let me make sure he’s still there,” I said. I put the phone up to my ear. “Lou? You there?” I asked as loudly as I could without getting the girls’ attention.

“Yup, I’m here. By the way, nice way to get the fans to let you through to the desk,” he laughed.

“Thanks,” I smiled, thankful I could hear him over the fans. “Here’s the guy at the front desk, he wants to verify that it’s actually you and I’m not pretending because I’m some crazy super fan.” I passed the man my phone, smiling. “Here he is,” I told the man.

The two of them had a short conversation. I only heard the guy’s side, but faintly over the girls. “Hello Mr. Tomlinson. Is this girl with you?” A pause. “Alright. I’ll find a way to get her through to the elevator to reach you. Have a good day, sir,” he said before passing me back my phone, having ended the call. “Follow me,” he told me, getting out from behind the desk.

I smiled, and slipped my phone back in my pocket. I followed him as he called out, “Make room! This lady needs to get to the elevator!” They made a small opening so we could get through. We reached the elevator, and he helped me in. He said as quietly he could, but loud enough that I could hear him, “He’s on the top floor, Miss.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, and the door closed. I still could hear the screaming of the girls as the elevator traveled up to Louis’s floor. It finally stopped, and I saw Louis waiting for me outside of his door. “How the heck do you ever get sleep when that’s outside?” I asked, stunned.

“Oh, they usually quiet down at night, thankfully. But it’s not like it bothers Zayn all that much. He can sleep through practically anything,” Louis laughed.

“I guess Zayn and I have something in common, then!” I laughed, and so did he, walking to his room. “Did you set up the webcam and everything?”

“Yup, it’s ready. I’ll just Tweet that we’re starting. What’s your Twitter, anyway? I forgot to ask,” he asked as he unlocked the door.

“Mine? Oh, it’s TheMostAmazingL,” I supplied.

Louis nodded, and pulled out his phone. He quickly typed something, and then I got a notification on my phone. I checked it.

@Louis_Tomlinson is following you!

Then he typed out another thing.

@Louis Tomlinson

So pumped to do a Twitcam with my friend @TheMostAmazingL ! Be sure to watch!

Then he posted the link to the Twitcam. “Alright, let’s start!” He said, sitting on the bed with the laptop in front of him.“Ello dere everybody!” He greeted with a smile. “Liz! Sit with me!” He called, patting the spot next to him for me to sit.

I took a seat next to him, and Louis set the laptop down on the bed in front of us. “Hi,” I greeted sheepishly, biting my lip.

“This is my friend Lizzie, but I call her Liz, since I get special treatment,” Louis joked, smiling.

“No, it’s not special treatment. You just started calling me that, while everyone else calls me Lizzie, and I never got around to correcting you,” I responded with a smirk.

“So I can’t call you Liz?” Louis asked, a pout on his face, but I knew he was joking.

I pretended to think about it. “Hmm…okay, fine. You can call me Liz,” I told him.

Louis cheered. “Yes! I win!” He looked back at the camera. “Anyway, so this is Lizzie!” He grinned.

I saw the number of viewers increase quickly, and I stared at the number, shocked. “Oh my God…” I mumbled.

Louis read the tweets at the bottom. “Hey, we’ve got some questions here,” he told me, elbowing my side.

“Ow! Lou, that hurt!” I joked.

“Oh, come on. You have to be kidding,” Louis said with a smirk.

“I was,” I smiled. “Read off those questions!” I ordered.

“Okay, okay!” Louis laughed. “Here’s one: Lizzie, are you one of the girls who they’re hanging out with over the summer?”

I nodded with a smile. “Yup, that would be me, and my friends Kelly, Lucy, Simone, Courtney and Ana. But I’m the most beautiful and amazing one of them all,” I said with a laugh.

“I’ve taught you well, young Padawan,” Louis laughed. “She is my student, I’ve taught her how to be sassy,” he smiled.

“Correction: I’ve been sassy on my own,” I told him with a smirk.

“Whatever. Let’s just answer more questions,” Louis said with an eye roll.

“Whatever," I said. “Here’s one that’s kind of interesting. Are we dating?” I asked, looking at Louis. “Not from the last time I checked,” I said, although inside I kind of was wishing we actually had been.

“I don’t think so either,” Louis answered, shaking his head. For about half a second, I thought I saw a hint of regret in his eyes. Did he mean that he wanted to be with me?

“Yeah, so there: Louis Tomlinson is still single!” I smiled. “Any more questions?”

“Here’s one,” Louis said. “Will you prank call some people for us?” He got a devilish grin on his face. Oh great. He had a plan. “Sure we can! Lizzie, could you grab my phone please?” He asked.

“Sure,” I said, grabbing his phone off of his bedside table. “Here you go. Who do we call first?”

“Um…I would say Hazza, but then I remember that he figures these out pretty easily,” Louis mused. “How about Nialler?” he suggested.

“Sounds good. But don’t forget to put your number on private when you call him!” I reminded him.

“I know, I know,” Louis laughed, dialing Niall’s number after doing as I told him. He put it on speaker phone, and we waited.

Finally we heard Niall pick up the phone. “Hello?” he asked, his Irish accent flowing through the phone.

“Niall! Help! We’re at the MOA and we’re stuck on the Ferris Wheel!” I yelled, having no idea of what to say.

“Lizzie?” Niall asked. “What…how?” he began.

“Don’t ask us how! We’re stuck! Help us with your amazing Irish Charm!” Louis exclaimed.

“Okay, Louis. Nice try. This is a prank, isn’t it?” Niall asked, figuring it out.

“Dang you’re good,” I mumbled. “Thanks for ruining our fun Niall.” I turned to Louis. “And thanks for revealing what we were doing,” I said, giving him a small playful shove.

“No problem,” Niall said after laughing. “Try one of the girls; they might be more fun than I was,” he added.

“Yeah, ‘cause you figured it out and ruined all our fun,” I mumbled. “See you later, Niall,” I said.

“Later, Niall,” Louis said.

“Bye,” Niall said, and we both hung up.

“So, who next?” Louis asked me.

I tapped my chin, and then got an idea. I leaned over, and whispered in his ear, “How about Lucy?”

“No, Lizzie! I will not take my pants off!” Louis yelled out, causing a downpour of tweets saying things like, “And you say you’re not dating?” and “Do Louis and Lizzie have something you want to admit?”

My mouth dropped wide open. “What the…Louis William Tomlinson, what the heck are you talking about? I just suggested who we should prank call next!” I exclaimed, while Louis burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, why do I even hang out with you?” I asked jokingly.

“Because you love me, that’s why!” Louis exclaimed with a grin.

Why did he have to say it like that? Darn you Louis Tomlinson.

At least I was having fun today. For the hour we spent goofing off on Twitcam, I got to know Louis better (and gained quite a few twitter followers too!) and it was just amazing. We had a great time prank calling, telling jokes, and answering questions for fans. I almost forgot about Michael’s advice too!

Almost.

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A/N So, what did you all think? Did you enjoy it? What was your favorite part? Please vote and comment. I feel as if nobody is reading this story. I have over 6,000 reads (and for that thanks a million!), but I don't get any comments on many of my chapters and very few votes. Please, just tell me what you think. I would really appreciate it.

Sorry for ranting, everyone. Anyway, Video and Picture of the Chapter time!

Video of the Chapter: Grease - Summer Nights HD  

Picture of the Chapter: Louis on Twitcam!

I love you all, the fans, voters, commenters, and silent readers! See you next update!