Darling.

'Sweetie, you're expecting too much of us. You want guys with manners. Men who talk properly. Girls in pink dresses?' He asks.

'That's not what I want.' I scoff.

'Prove it.' He challenges.

'I will.' I say.

'Oh, so the british girl has an attitude.' he smirks.

'Yes, the british girl has.' I say, glaring at him.

'Well, if you want to prove i, I know something for you..' He says, gesturing for me to follow.-

1953- Perrie Edwards was born and raised in London. She was only child and her parents loved her. But then they both died and she was left alone. She became what she is now.

1964- Now, at the age of twenty-one, she decided to move to the west side of Alabama, since she isn't respected as hippie in England. Besides, she has nothing to stay for. Maybe the bridal shop where she works, but she's convinced to leave by madame Louise, who owns the shop.

But if she only knew what's waiting for her when she arrives, would she still go? If she had any idea of the love, or the war she'll face? Would she still go?

Because, she thought she was happy, until she met him...

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Hi everyone!

So this is my new story, I'm sure you'll like it.

This will be slow updates, because I'm busy with my other stories (mostly locked with him, at the moment)

Anyway, I'll update this very soon so..

ily!!

Byeee