Eamon's POV
Her laugh is beautiful, it's like a melody. He scolded himself for feeling like this, it had never happened before. Then again he went to an all boys school. Once Y/n left with Connor the rest of the band teased him until he kicked them out of his house.
The only person he could go to this about was his Mam, so that's exactly what he will do. Really it's normally the farther who a son goes to with girl problems, but since his was in jail his Mam will do.
"Mam, what do you do when you like a girl?" Eamon asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Aww do you have a crush?" His Mam teased, slightly getting on his nerves.
"This is serious I need to know" he breathed out frustrated. She looked at her son for a few moments before she softened her features, realising how important this was to eamon."Just be nice to her, don't act like a prat and if she likes you, she likes you. If she doesn't, she doesn't" she explained then went back to her magazine.
Eamon began to walk out of the room when his mother called, "is it that girl with Conor?" He gave no reply and went to tend to his rabbit, remembering how taken y/n was by it.