Her mom calls her Lottie, her dad Charles, her brother calls her Charlie, her sister Char and her friends call her Cha-Cha. But Charlotte Chase herself, prefers to be called Wind. Why? She doesn't know. One day it just became her thing.
But time has to come, where someone just asks about it and there is no doubt, that this person it quite extraordinary. And this extraordinary person is no one else, than the little Irishman Niall Horan from the british Boyband One Direction... and then things get worse than they ever can imagine.
~ "What's your name?", he asks in his distinctive irish accent, looking down at the autograph I had handed him.
"Wind.", I answer, not realizing, what I just said. His head jerks up, his ocean blue eyes meeting my grey ones. Confusion, curiosity, oddness. Did I say something wrong? I can't remember.
"Excuse me?", he asks.~
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