What would you do if you were poor - like, nearly-living-on-the-streets kind of poor,- and you somehow end up stuck at the London shopping center with none other than a famous boyband during one of England's biggest recorded snow storms? Problem is, you've never heard of these boys before, ever, and you don't really...
I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear...
- because this moment simply is -