Waking Up Perrie

"No, I hate her!" I exclaimed loudly to my friend as she tried to persuade me to like the one and only Perrie Edwards from Little Mix. We were in the middle of the road in an upright screaming match and probably should have been a little . . . a lot more careful.

Ha.

Nah.

"Ugh!" She groaned throwing her hands up in the air and stomping her foot. "Stop being so difficult. Perrie is a great girl!"

"And how would you know?" I challenged raising an eyebrow. She scowled at me. "You have pictures of her and Little whatever all around your room and suddenly you think you know her? Newsflash - YOU DON'T!"

"It's Little Mix!" She growled.

"You know what? This is so not worth is. Goodbye." I turned on my heel in the middle of the road to leave when suddenly a saw a flash of white bright light and heard the faint screams of my friend as she watched in horror the scene unfolding before her. Me, getting hit by a very expensive looking car.

Well, at least there's that.

***

Waking up is normal for me. I mean, I don't like to but I have to eventually. But when I do, I don't usually wake up with Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and the rest of the group little mix hovering over me.

"Um, excuse me," I hissed as my face contorted into anger and part of me listened to my voice in wonder, I had a fucking accent. A fucking British accent. "Can you guys give me space to breathe. There is this thing called um, I don't know, PERSONAL BUBBLE!"

Louis laughed, the high pitched sound ringing in my ears. I winced covering my ears with my hands. "Can it, stripes. Your voice is fucking annoying." I snapped rudely. His mouth popped open in a little "O" and his comeback was almost immediate.

"I'm sorry, Perrie, but I literally can't find a fuck to give" -- Zayn cut him off instantaneously with a look.

"Wait! If you are you" -- I pointed at Zayn. "And you called me Perrie ... then I must be .. " I stood up and walked up to the closest mirror hanging on the wall. There, was where I saw my reflection. And the girl staring back at me was not myself.