Chelsea Dalloway expected to start living a fresh new life alone when moving to LA, but when running into a certain blue-eyed boy in the lobby of her apartment, little does she know that this stranger ends up making her life more interesting than she expected when starting over again. "Your name, pretty boy?" I blurt out, the nickname not being expected to slip out. I felt my eyes bug out; my face feeling flushed again as my hand comes up to cover my mouth in shock of what just slipped out of my mouth. Why did I say that? He raises his eyebrows at the nickname, but a smirk grows when he says, "Niall Horan, pretty girl." he throws back at me.