She's Different ( Niall Horan )

She's Different ( Niall Horan )

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This story is about a 18 year old girl with the name of Ava Storm. She is off to college in Southern Gorgia to become an FBI agent. What she doesn't know is that she's going to meet someone new. Will she freakout or won't she know that he's in the biggest boy band worldwide?
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