Conor Price
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  • Reads 17,348
  • Votes 359
  • Parts 27
  • Time 2h 20m
Ongoing, First published Nov 08, 2017
After hearing some amazing singing from two very good looking lads (especially the younger one) on Grafton Street,  Y/N decides to leave a piece of paper with her phone number written on it, in the guitar case in front of them. Little did Y/N know how much effect these two boys would have in her life a few weeks from then...
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*Note* Being honest the first few chapters are shit but it does get better.
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