Phoebe, that's my name. They're names? Niall, Harry. I met the green eyed, brown haired one first. Everything I considered we had was love, and he did too. It was great, with the partying and the love and late nights. The kisses he would leave on my shoulders and the words he would whisper. Then, I found the other blonde haired bad boy, with those piercing blue eyes and tattoos. I guess I never knew who to choose, and I guess I never will. This is my story.All Rights Reserved