My name is Summer Caldrik. Originally I lived in Australia but now I'm living in London. Right now I'm walking away from the person I hate the most, my mother. She took everything away from me, my father, sister, brother and most of all, my house. Which brings me here, walking down the streets of London at 11pm where anything could horrifically wrong, which thanks to my luck, did. I was stumbling down an ally way with my bare feet slapping against the concrete when, I heard a noise, talking, so I started walking faster yet to only walk into a chest, a male chest to be exact. I huffed and went to walk around them when I got tugged back into the arms of yet another stranger. But unlike the other one, he decided to introduce himself. And no, it wasn't the accent or the very built chest that I found a reason to faint, no, it was the name that fell from his lips that had me falling into unconsciousness. "Hi I'm Louis Tomlinson".