Getting over Brayden was not as easy as she thought. Gwinn loved him... but who knew he never did. 18, unsure what to do with her life, she moves to London and starts a new life alone.
P R O L O G U E
"Now departing to London."
I might have let out a squeal. Haha, a squeal is not the word. A scream of joy, defintley not very attractive.
The boy next to me started to laugh hysterically. Jerk. I rolled my eyes, my cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.
"I'm sorry. But you are too cute." He chuckled, putting his hand on my shoulder. It made a shiver run up and down my spine.
"No, its ok. I'm just excited." I shrugged, running a hand through my dark hair. It was a new life. Away from him. Technically we were friends still, but it was painful just to think about him.
"I'm Louis." He had a thick accent, that sounded mainly british but with hints of other cultures. Then my eyes scrolled over him. Realization hit.
"You look familiar... OH YEAH! Your in a boyband, that one my friend Becca likes." I nodded slowly, a grin spread on my face. Becs would bow down to me for the rest of her life.
"Yep. So, you're going to London?"
And that was the beggining of a new life. an era. my life in london was going to be very different from back home in Ireland.
Who knew?
