"It's been seven years, Niall. I thought...you'd forget about me."
When Allie Hunter's mother died of cancer, her life was torn apart as her formerly close-knit family was uprooted from their homestead in Mullingar, Ireland and replanted in Venice Beach, California. Allie was terrified of leaving behind her home, the family she used to know, the house that connected her to her deceased mother, and her best friend; a small, brown-haired boy named Niall Horan who lived across the street. Seven years later, Allie's move has changed her life, and it's changed Niall's, too: he's a household name now, thanks to his world-famous boyband, and his hair is blonde, but his eyes are still the same icy blue that reminds Allie of home.
Meeting Niall again by chance wasn't something had Allie accounted for, but after traveling across Europe with a group of wild British boys, re-visiting her past & finding the mother she never had, Allie realizes that it was something that she wouldn't trade for anything. After all, he's the one who found her.
A love that got so toxic.
"What are we doing here Harry? Liam? For fucks sake!"
"Louis. Calm down. We're concerned about you two."
"Aren't we on a hiatus? You should be doing your own thing."
The car door opened and in climbed Niall, then him.
"Oh fuck no."
"You're not leaving this car. We're taking you to see a therapist. We're going to fix you two."
"We're not even having problems-
"The fuck you are. Harry still calls." Louis looked at Harry with betrayal
"You still call him? And complain?! About us?! Harry-
"Don't blame him. He loves you and just wants you both to be happy. So do we. So shut up, and put your seatbelt on. We're going, no fucking buts."