CHAPTER 1
The day was turning almost into night and I was still waiting for a text from a guy named 'Tony Oller' from MKTO, from a bar that I'd only just met on the verge of 7 hours ago. Another hour passed and still no text. Every time I looked down I seemed to get more and more disappointed. Luckily, just before I nearly gave up on the idea that a nice, decent guy was interested in someone like me, he texted... "Hey, are you busy tomorrow
Tony x"
To be completely honest I couldn't believe he texted me. I nearly fell off my chair that is sitting by the window in the corner of my bedroom in my one bedroom flat in Manchester. I lived alone. I didn't have any relatives alive. I was in and out of foster homes practically my whole life. My mum and twelve year old sister Kayla passed away from a car accident when I was six. My mum told me my dad abandoned us when I was one. So to me my dad didn't exist, as he never took the time of day to contact with me. I had then only just turned nineteen the day before. It took me about 10 minutes to reply
"Hello, I would love to
(insert your name here) :)"
If you enjoyed reading please comment. All feedback welcome. Any requests will be accepted. This is my first story, hope it was okay. I promise the next chapters will be way longer.
Erin x
