omg hi bffs... i know it's been like, five months since i wrote here but i just finished leah on the offbeat and i've been missing jerrie for two days in a row so... this isn't my original work, i simply converted it but i hope you all enjoy!
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But here's the weird thing: I've barely seen Liam all night. And, normally, I wouldn't think twice about it, but this isn't regular Liam—this is Sad Drunk Liam. So, I have to assume he's either vomiting in the butterfly house or passed out next to the vulture enclosure.
Or he's fine. He's probably fine. Even though he's not replying to any of my texts. Maybe he's fine, and he just hates me. In his position, I'd hate me. Maybe Jade said something to him. Or many my stupid Jade crush is written plainly all over my face.
I try to shake the thought from my mind, but I can't help peering around the edges of the space. For the record, finding a particular boy in a dimly lit, crowded pavilion is pretty near fucking impossible. The kid is wearing a black tuxedo in a sea of black tuxedos. For a moment, Harry Styles' wardrobe choices make a twisted kind of sense.
Except then Liam whirls in out of nowhere, flushed and beaming. "Hey!" I start to say—but he cuts me off with a quick, tight hug and a wet smacking kiss on the cheek.
"Um. Are you—"
He pokes me in the nose. "Perrie Edwards, you're about to have your mind blown."
Okay, so now I'm slightly terrified.
Liam crosses the dance floor with actual swagger. This is something I've never before witnessed in my years of friendship with Liam Payne. He reaches the deejay table and leans forward to say something, and then the deejay nods, and they bump fists.
"Are you watching this?" Leigh asks, leaning in close.
"You mean Liam?"
Leigh nods. "What do you think he's scheming?"
"No idea." But as soon as I say it, I catch a glimpse of Jade, her white skirt flaring as she spins around with Megan. "Unless..."
Leigh follows my gaze. "Oh God. Do you think he's planning some big gesture to win her back?"
"Maybe. I don't know." I press my lips together. "Or it could be a revenge thing."
"Like Liam taking revenge on Jade?" Leigh laughs incredulously.
"Maybe something to embarrass her."
Leigh shakes her head. "Liam wouldn't do that."
"I don't know. He's acting really weird."
"Yeah, but this is Liam," Leigh insists, though I catch a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "He wouldn't."
For a moment, we just look at each other.
"I think we should talk to him," I say finally.
"Yeah. Okay." Leigh nods. "Let's just... see what he's thinking."
Leigh grabs my hand, and we weave through the crowd on the dance floor. Liam is in a crowd of football guys at the very edge of the pavilion, his arms flung around Alex and Andre's shoulders. Which is reassuring, I think. If Andre's involved—even if Alex is involved—there's no way Liam is planning anything cruel. I mean, unless Andre and Alex don't know about the plan.
God, how do I even word this? Hey, Liam. I think you're amazing and I totally adore you, and I just wanted to quickly confirm that you're not a giant living, breathing human phallus.
