I was at a club when I first saw him. He was stood there a beer in his right hand and leaning on the table with his left talking to 3 other boys. He had beautiful brown hair, with perfect ringlets falling over his right eye. He wore a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, tucked into black skinny jeans. He turned his head and looked around the room, and I caught a glimpse of his beautiful hazel eyes. He was staring back at me. Little did I know, how much this small encounter would effect the rest of my life.