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I walked through the hotel until I reached a balcony on the tenth floor. I don't live here, but I spend enough time in this hotel that I know where my favorite spots are. I knew Liam would be able to find it, too because i'd left a note on the doormat outside the conference room letting him know where I would be.

 I looked over the railing and took in the scene before me. L.A at night is one of my favorite sights. There's just so much going on, and so many lights flashing everywhere that I feel like I'm really a part of something big.

 If I started walking down the street, 9 out of 10 people would recognize me. If I called a random radio station and started talking, all of them would know it was Jamison Clarke. I'd been on the cover of 57 magazines...this month.

 And standing there, wearing my sparkely, black dress, especially after the performance i'd just given...I felt like it was my town.

 I'd been pretty impressed with everyone's singing abilities. I still think KOTL has One Direction beat in terms of overall talent, but I have to say, Harry Styles and Liam Payne were good. I think Liam thought he was mediocre compared to Harry and myself, I mean we had been pretty spectacular, if I do say so myself, but I think he was just as good.

 When Liam started singing "It Girl" this funny sensation started bubbling up inside of me and I felt more alive than I had in ages. He was a real singer, there was absolutely no doubt about that.

 A light breeze blew past my neck and I shivered slightly, pulling my arms around my waist. I was 300 feet above the ground, and it sure was cold.

 "Hey, James." I heard a familiar, british voice say. Liam came to stand next to me on the railing. "I can see why you come up here," he said after a long pause. "It's beautiful."

 I didn't say anything. I knew at some point, in the next ten minutes, he was going to ask me why I hadn't called him in the last five years, and I still didn't know what I would tell him. I guess I was bracing myself for the ultimate falling out.

 "So earlier, when you said you didn't have a choice in coming on tour with us," Liam began, taking the conversation in a direction I had not expected at all, "what did you mean?"

 I looked at him in surprise. I'd mumbed that sarcastic response to Aria, and I didn't know he'd heard me.

 Well, this is awkward, I thought to myself. I tried to brush it off with a shrug. "My dad just really wanted all of us to do the show, and he kind of told Oprah we would do it before he asked us."

 "I see." Liam leaned sideways on the railing so he was turned towards me. "And what would you have said if he had asked you?"

 I looked away from him, and that was a response in and of itself. Truthfully, I didn't want to do the show with One Direction. There were other things I'd much rather be doing, and I think Liam was starting to get that.

 And that gave him the perfect opportunity to ask that question I'd been dreading ever since he'd first asked to talk to me. "Would you have wanted to do it if I weren't in One Direction?"

 I touched my hair and licked my lips. There was no going back now. "Look, Liam-" I started to say, but he cut me off.

 "No, Jamison," he said, using my full name. "It's fine. Don't answer that. Just like you haven't answered any of my calls or letters for the last five years. I'll just go down there and tell the boys KOTL can't do the tour with us, and I'll have four other people to spend the rest of my life wondering 'why' with."