The Singer. (Joe Sugg/ThatcherJoe). DISCONTINUED

Conor was looking at Hazel and smirking, there was something in Hazel's eye, something I'd never seen before. The green was shining through the brown, I don't know wether it was the sun or what Conor had said to her, but it was beautiful. She smiled and just like the first time I'd seen her, little brown creases appea...