“ I don't want to, mom,” I sigh. " sweetie, it's for the best, I know you don't like him but he is my boyfriend and moving in with him seems so..right." She tells me. I don't want this. I don't want to move out just because she decides to move in with her dark haired boyfriend. “ mom my friends! My..my whole life is here in London.." I tell her, looking at the white wall that started to interests me. " you'll find new ones, everyone will adore you! " she says happily. Yeah right. “ he even has a nice son, he's about your age maybe a year older, but he's a really good guy and you two will be friends, his name is Zayn.” Zayn? That's a ..unique name. “ I'm only doing this because I'm forced to, mom. ” I sigh again. Oh boy. Bradford, here we come.