Wet The Bed (Lesbian Story)

Perrie

~Channing's POV~

I'm sitting in Starbucks with the Perrie Edwards. I'm silently freaking out, wondering if my outfit (under media) is alright. My blue tips were resting on my shoulders. Perrie was staring intently at me and there was a slight smile on her face. I looked at her and smiled, but then suddenly got worried.

"I-I-is there something on my face?"

"No, not at all. I was just admiring how beautiful you are."

I blush and say "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I bet you get that a lot, huh?"

"No, not really."

She made a shocked look and went back to sipping her drink. We sat in a comfortable silence exchanging glances and giggling every now and then. When we both finshed she stood up and I followed in pursuit.

Just as we were about to part ways she said, "Can I have your number?"

"Sure," I said hiding my fake excitement.

"Okay, so just put it in my phone and I'll text you when I get back to my hotel room, okay?"

"Okay," I said taking her phone and putting my number in it. After that she hugged me and we parted ways. A million words were going through my life, but one echoed the most Perrie.