'There you go!' I said, as I put the last photo I had on my new corkboard. I loved my new room so much. I finally had somewhere that I could call my own. 'Perrie?' I asked. 'Yeah.' She answered, peeping her head round the door. 'Actually, nevermind.' I replied. 'Tell me.' She answered, now sitting next to me on my bed. 'I was just wondering if we could get a tackle bag for my rugby training. I need to practice but I don't want to hurt anyone. I have quite a powerful tackle.' I said quickly. 'Of course we can! But until it gets here I have a good idea. Do you know Alex?' She asked me. 'I know that he's your boyfriend, but that's about it.' I answered honestly. 'Okay, well I could call him round and you can tackle him. I'm sure he could take it.' I nodded. 'I wouldn't be so sure. I'm quite good at tackling people.' I said, making her laugh. After a few minutes, Perrie came back saying that he would be over in a little bit. I went outside and stretched for a bit until I heard the doorbell. I went to go and get it, but Perrie beat me to it. He came in and gave her a hug. It didn't look like a romantic hug though, more like two best friends. 'I'm sure it's nothing.' I whispered to myself before he came out to the garden. 'So, you must be Eira, I'm Alex.' He said, putting his hand up for me to high five. 'I don't high five my opponents. I'll get to know you after.' I said, making both Perrie and Alex laugh. 'Alright, so what do I do?' He asked. 'Just stand by that flower.' I said, pointing to the purple flower. He nodded and got ready. 'I'm going to warn you, whilst you may be taller and stronger than me, I can still tackle you.' I said. I ran up and did a perfect tackle. He fell to the ground and held his knee for a while. 'And this is why footballers couldn't play rugby. My best friend's dad tore his bicep out playing rugby (my dad actually did), so suck it up. Not to be mean or anything.' I said before helping him up and getting him back into position. This happened a few more times until 'he couldn't take it anymore.' I rolled my eyes and helped him inside. I went upsatairs and got changed out of the stuff I was wearing and into cleaner clothes. When I went back downstairs, Perrie and Alex were talking, but when they saw me, they stopped. 'Eira, hun, we need to talk to you.' I sat down on the sofa and let her continue. 'I know that you've just moved in and giving you more surprising news probably won't help, but you deserve to know. Me and Alex aren't actually together. I'm actually not straight and I have feelings for a girl.' She said. I could hear the panic in her voice, so I hugged her and let her know that I accept her no matter what. 'Who do you have feelings for?' I asked her after she had calmed down a bit. ' It's Jade, I love Jade and she loves me. We haven't come out to the public yet.' She replied. I nodded. 'Tell everyone, mixers have been shipping you for years, and if you're scared of the homophobia, then thats just stupid. You're Perrie Louise Edwards, so if a little homophobia is going to stop you from being with who you love, then you don't truly love her.' I said, before leaving to get my guitar. 'You're great at persuading people to do stuff, you know?' She shouted up at me. 'I know, it's part of my charm.'
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Adopted By Jerrie
FanfictionEira (ay-ra) Rhys Evans, a 15 year old rugby and music enthusiast, has been living in an adoption centre for five years. What happens when her idols perform at one of her matches?