Whoever She Is (John O'Callaghan/ARTTM)

Whoever She Is (John O'Callaghan/ARTTM)

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Lauren had always been the quiet type, feeling like an outcast. She would always get attention from boys, but didn't like getting involved with them, mostly because of her shyness. But when an extraordinary, 24 year old musician named John O'Callaghan enters into her life, all that changes. She begins to feel like herself for once, like she belongs. John isn't like one of those other guys only looking for one thing. He's genuine and real. Lauren also offers John something he's been looking for, too: true love. Someone who understands him, unlike all the other crazed girls and fans chasing after him. How could this relationship ever be put at risk?
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"Sometimes the hardest thing is letting people into your life." Y/n is a 23 year old singer. She worked hard to get where she is today and makes sure that no one thinks she can't do something. She is not weak. At least that's what she keeps telling herself. When she meets Sean she starts to feel strange. It starts to become harder to keep up the defenses she's had forever. And she doesn't like it. ~~~A little something from the story: What's happening to me?! My stomach felt weird and I felt my face heat up a little. The wall I built around myself for years was crumbling. But why? I quickly composed myself and looked back up at him. He was smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile back. My wall kept falling. •Cover by me•

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