Niall isn't the same sweet seven-year-old that used to be my best friend. He's hot, he's famous, he takes a new girl home each night, and he's basically an asshole. But I've moved on. The lost friendship is so far in the past. I'm over it. It's water under the bridge. And I had every intention of staying away from this new and not improved Niall. But every day I find myself deeper and deeper in the sin that is Niall's world.