Mixed Direction

Chapter Thirty- Eight: Regret or Risk?

{Perrie's POV}

Fucking little slut. 'Oh Zayn, let me get into your pants and then fuck you senseless because I'm a beautiful, dark skinned, dark haired whore who only wants sex and didn't actually care about the fact that a year ago your wife had gone into labour but I was more interested in how I could manage to get you back to my house again, or into my car.' Fucking bitch, fucking whore, fucking Talia.

"When are the laser beams going to come out of your eyes and burn Talia to a pile of dust?" Jesy whispers in my ear and I divert my attention from watching Talia flirting with Zayn, to Jesy who is now right next to me after pushing Louis out of the way.

I let out a quiet sigh as I slouch back in my chair a little, actually tuning back into what Richard is saying. We had to come in for a meeting today with Syco and Modest. There's the bosses, and song writers, including Talia. The lads, excluding Niall, us girls, Five Seconds of Summer, Ella Henderson, other new people signed with Syco and under Modest are all here too.

"Little Mix," Simon looks at us individually. Jade and Leigh are sitting over with Liam and Zayn, I'm sitting with Jesy, Harry and Louis. "Your contract," Simon sighs and looks at Jesy, causing us to laugh. "I thought that maybe I was testing my luck, obviously I was, but come on Jesy, if anyone I thought Perrie would muck it up, not you," Simon says and the others laugh whilst I roll my eyes.

"Nah, its okay Jes, we can work around this one anyways," Simon smiles at Jesy and she nods. "But ladies, I need you to discuss ways in which to move forwards, if that's what you want to do. I don't mind if you want to stop for a period of time," Simon suggests.

"Because obviously Jesy you're having a child, and Jade and Leigh- Anne you're now both married, and Perrie you have three of your own children already, so we can be flexible here," Simon explains and we nod in agreement.

Simon continues to talk to other people and I watch Talia. Her eyes are wandering up and down my husband's body and she is slowly but surely edging her chair closer to his as this meeting goes on. Zayn sometimes replies to her, or interacts back, but most of the time it's just Talia.

Suddenly she looks across at me and I give her back a glare as she smirks at me, her piercing eye filled with venom and her smirk saying it all. To be honest, if I could lunge across this table right now my hands would be around her tiny- little- perfectly- tanned neck.

"Ignore her, just ignore her," Louis whispers and I briefly look at him before going back to looking at the whore who is flirting with Zayn. Okay, I should probably stop calling her a whore... but the way she is acting is very whore like.

"Are you jealous?" Harry suddenly pipes up and I turn to look to my right where Louis and Harry are sitting, a cheeky grin plastered on the curly headed one's face. "You're jealous!" He whisper exclaims and Louis starts to laugh as I feel my cheeks heating up.

Jesy is giggling from my left and I just look down at my lap, trying to hide the fact that I'm going as bright red as I could possibly go. But come on! Talia is flirting with Zayn. I don't like Talia, one bit, and Zayn still is my husband, so I have every right to be mad... but should I really be getting jealous?

Harry lets out a loud cackle like laugh and everyone looks at him. Harry fumbles with his hands and then covers his mouth as confused looks are pushed our way. Louis, Jesy and I start laughing at Harry.

"Harry, are you okay?" Simon asks.

"Yes," Harry coughs. "Sorry," he apologises and gives me a glare as the higher ranked people go back to rambling on to other artists. "Bitch," Harry mutters at me.

"How is this my fault?!" I retaliate, my voice at a low, then catch sight of Talia with her hand on Zayn's back as she giggles and twirls her hair, chatting to him.