"And I know you feel the same way. I drive ya mad, don't I?" He asks, letting out a small chuckle. I look up at him and shake my head, denying the truth, before looking back down. "You wanna know how I know that?" A Van McCann fan-fiction
It's like I'm on the outside... Lyla Robson was like any average nineteen year old, she worked and dealt with egotistical bosses like many girls her age will encounter at some point in their lives. However, when a certain fluffy haired welsh lad, all black clad and fag in hand, offers her an escape from the misery, he...