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This is the story. The story of us. You and me, Mr. And Ms., boy and girl, WE. I don't care what anybody says. What anybody does. She's the one. I know it all sounds cheesy and sloppy but I can't just explain. You don't understand. There's a point in which there is no turning back. No light. You're in, and you're never ever getting out. I'm in love with a girl named Andi. Yes, in love. Hopelessly, madly deeply, in love. Being a international pop star is kind of a blow to be honest. It's a lot of work and you have to be nice and polite even when I'm angry as hell and tired. Even when I wanna lay down and sleep for days. Even when I wanna go home, and Kiss my girl friend. Even when I can't see me mom, it's my job. Not that I don't absolutely love it. It's really amazing. But it's hard. Me and Andi met at a coffee shop. Wow great way to meet the love of your life, I know. I bumped into her and never left her eyes. They told me everything. All insecurities and purities. Her secrets and doubts. All in those deep dark brown eyes. As I was basically drowning in them, we ended up having coffee. Everything after that is history, pure bliss history. This is the story of us. you and I. Not some stupid story about how a girl magical finds her way into London. Not some magical take of a broken girl, parents dead, raped, murdered. Scratch that, kidnaped by her uncle. She cuts my name into her skin. We find each other. We fight, I take her on our tour around the world and then she magically gets preggers. Sorry for the spoiler but that's basically every story their is about us, one direction. No, non of that is what's real. This is a sorry. We'll more like many story's. Of us. Me and you. Forever.