Jamie Johnson Fanfic!

Molly

Just as the car slammed on the brakes, Perrie lunged forwards just in time, landing on her side on the concrete floor, but avoiding being hit by the car. She looked up at Jamie's house from the ground and glanced at the curtained windows. Thank god no one had seen. Not only would it have been embarrassing, she would have to face Karen after the argument with Jamie that Karen had walked in at the end of.

She heard the car door open as she lifted herself of the ground with her hands, but her right wrist buckled underneath her, making her land on her elbow, and she groaned.

"Great." she said. She felt like swearing, but she was well aware of the figure getting out the car behind her.

The figure ran over to her, "Are you okay?" the person asked in an anxious tone.

That voice sounded so familiar, but Perrie couldn't put her finger on it. It was only when she stopped examining her swollen arm that she looked up and saw the familiar face of their old coach, Molly.

"Perrie!?" Molly said, as Perrie looked up at Molly, unable to speak at seeing the coach who'd pretty much abandoned them after the Gothia cup.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?" She offered her hand, and Perrie took it with her uninjured arm.

"Yeah, I think so." she said dusting herself off, not mentioning her arm which was in agony now. 

"What are you doing here so late, Perrie?" 

"I was at Jamie's having tea." she grimaced at that evening. Of telling Jamie she had run him over. Well, she thought, I guess I got what I deserved.

"Well let me give you a lift home." Molly offered.

"Are you sure?" Perrie asked.

"Of course, hop in."

Perrie swung open the car door, glad of somewhere to sit down after that ordeal. After about 5 minutes they were nearly back at Dillon's.

"What are you doing back here?" Perrie asked her, curiously.

"Well to be quite honest, I miss my old job, and Duncan's just agreed to give it me back."

Perrie knew the real reason she was back. Phoenix were doing well, thanks to Mike, and she wanted to get into the action.

"Oh, right." Perrie answered. 

"Anyway, we're here now. I'll see you tomorrow at the Final!" She shouted out the car, as Perrie shut the door and walked up to the house.

She simply waved goodbye. Perrie had never liked Molly that much, and nearly running Perrie over hadn't exactly improved the situation.

She opened the door, then walked into the kitchen where Dillon was sat on his phone. She tried to make as little noise as possible as she opened the fridge and took out some ice for her arm. But no one can be that quiet.

"What's that for?" Dillon asked, barely looking up from whatever was so interesting on his phone.

"I just pulled a muscle in my arm." she said cautiously; she couldn't tell him about it. She might get dropped from the final. She was in enough trouble as it was after the fight with Ruby, she might not even get to play.

"We found Liam." Dillon spoke through the silence.

Perrie nearly dropped the ice in shock.

"You found him!? Where!?"

"Well, the police found him. At the club. In one of the unused storerooms. He was locked in there."

"What?! Did someone do it on purpose?" she asked, unable to believe that this could have happened.

"We don't know. Maybe. It might have just been an accident or a faulty lock or something." Dillon replied, but the look on his face suggested that he didn't believe what he was saying.

"Where is he?" Perrie asked, glancing around for the absent boy.

"Upstairs, asleep. He's fine."

"Why didn't you phone me or text me or something?" she said, annoyed at Dillon for not keeping her in the loop.

"I didn't want to ruin your date with Jamie." he said, laughing to himself.

"It wasn't a date." Perrie wasn't smiling. He had just triggered the memory of that whole awful evening.

"Well how did it go?" He pressed.

"We kissed."

"Really?" He said, incredulously.

"And then I think we broke up."

He looked taken aback, but mostly confused of how a relationship can change just like that.

"What? Why? I thought you really liked each other." he asked coming round to the other side of the table to sit next  to her.

"We did! Well, I still do. But now, I don't really think he does."

"Oh."

Trying to change the subject, Perrie asked, "Guess who I've just seen? Molly."

"Molly, our old coach Molly?"

"Uh huh. Says she wants her old job back." 

"Seriously?" he asked shocked.

"Yep." 

"And you don't think she should have it back, do you?" Dillon asked with a smile. "You never really liked her, did you."

"Not really, no." Perrie replied with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, this letter came for you." He passed her an envelope with the Hawkstone logo on it.

Tearing it open (mostly using one arm), she knew exactly what it was.

"It's an invitation to this thing at Hawkstone."

"What sort or thing?" Dillon asked peering over her shoulder to read the letter.

"We go every year but i'll have to go by myself while my dad's in America. It's like a party."

"Will there be lots of famous people there?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose so."

"Can I come?" she looked at him incredulously.

"I don't really think it's your sort of scene." she said, prepared for his annoyed response.

"How d'you mean?" he asked, curious.

"Well it's not really a party, more... a social gathering."

"You've literally just described a party." he said flatly.

Perrie smiled. "Okay then, come."

"When is it?" 

"A week tomorrow."