Perrie's POV
Fuck. My. Life. Like. Right. Now. I mean, seriously, my boyfriend is soon gonna marry some slut of a dancer that he met on a stage show. I know it's an arranged marriage and all, but that won't stop me. Zayn and I will be together forever, and this way, I get all the attention, popularity some extra money, and some more unimaginable benefits. Don't get me wrong, I do like Zayn, like I do think he is a sweet guy and all...but I guess I never let him know he wasn't my type, really. Poor guy, he thinks I'm head over heels in looove with him because obviously that's the case with him over me. However, as long as 'Zerrie' stays as the IT couple, my salary along with Little Mix's will increase, and I'll still be the center of the limelight. Right now, I absolutely wasn't willing to let some slut, who could only shake and twist her body to her audience's, to MEN'S liking, get all the accomplishments I dreamed of by being pictured with Zayn.
Anyways, currently I decided to drop Zayn a text, as I knew he was seeing his fiance off at the airport today. We planned to hook up after.
Me: Heya babe!! xx
Zayn: Heyy babes, whats up?? xx
Me: Nm really...um can I ask u something??
Zayn: What is it, hon??
Me: You love me, right??
Zayn: Of course w/ all my heart babygirl!! <3 why wouldn't I??
Me: Oh idk...
Zayn: If it's anything about that fat whore, don't worry I have my "ways" w/ her... you know I'd never love her
Me: Aha u crack me up, Zayn!! ILY<3
Zayn: ILY 2 babe!! <3 xx
I fake-beamed at his message, poor kid, he seems like he's never gonna know what hit him. Then, I dropped a text to someone ELSE, and then prepared that evening to go to the airport.
***AT THE AIRPORT***
Aparna's POV
The ride to the airport was pretty silent, especially with my father driving the car. Raj, Rohan, and Anjali were sitting beside me in the back, awkwardly waiting for one another to be brave enough to say anything. Rohan finally pulled out his phone, and seemed to be typing some random message into it. A few seconds later, Anjali pulled out her phone, and seemed to be responding to Rohan's message, not forgetting to smile to herself first. Aww, they're so cute (:
Anyways, I pulled out my phone and dropped a quick text to Anjali.
Me: *Tum kisi dheeraj-veeraj se shaadi nahi karoongi. not if i can help it! *tum zaroor Anjali Randhawa banayenge! kisi aur ka naam nahi.
Anjali: I know, didi, thank you so much! ILY <3
Me: ILY 2 <3 #sisterlove
Anjali: (: #sisterlove right back at ya, didi!
I then caught Raj taking out his phone, typing something into it, and then my phone vibrating.
Raj: Aparna?
Me: Yeah, Raj? (:
Raj: Tum mujhse...naraaz nahi hai, na? ur not still mad at me r u?
Me: nahi! Whatcha talking abt?
Raj: I mean...ughh nevermind..
Me: *sigh*...Raj i forgot the IIFA thing a LONG LONG LONG time ago...ur my best friend and don't think idk what ur thinking...
I saw Raj cringe a bit at my reply, and I instantly knew that he was still working on coming to terms that we could only be best friends.
Raj: *Sigh*...promise me something.
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