Prologue - Zoë

It was just the average Saturday, I was sitting on the couch, just watching some random stuff on TV. My little sister Lisa came running to me, screaming: “Zoë, change the channel, XFactor is beginning!!” I gave her the remote and got my phone, I never really enjoyed XFactor. They always let the good-looking people through, while the ones with real talent don’t get chosen. In my opinion then, others really thought the winners had potential, even though after a year you never heard from them again. I was checking my Twitter, and while I was reading some tweets about a Harry Styles who was apparently very good, a new contestant came up the stage. I was just about to walk to the kitchen, when I heard a very familiar voice. With a deep voice and a Irish accent, I heard that very sentence that I’ve heard a summer ago. “Hi, I’m Niall Horan.” My heart stopped beating. I turned around, and yes. It was HIM. The boy with the blonde hair that stood there, I knew him all too well. I closed my eyes, and my mind brought me back to that summer..