The Other Side Of Love [Leigharry/Zeigh]

Chapter One

A/N: Thank you so much for all the feedback and positive comments! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story so far. I'll be replyng to the previous comments very soon (after I finish some homework for school) so don't think I forgot about the slendid words you guys leave me. Here's the second chapter as promised! Let me know what you think :)

PS: Seems like I posted the unedited version at first, but sorry that's now fixed. [03.04.14]

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Silence filled the room, the unsteady beats of Leigh-Anne’s heart pounding in her ears as a thin layer of sweat covered her toned body. The black yoga pants she had on were tightly straining against the muscles of her legs, the new position taking every little ounce of energy she had left, leaving her tired to the bone. She held the position for two more minutes — two excruciating minutes — before the instructor gave them the green light to let go, then collapsed onto her mat once she announced the end of the lesson.

Her best friend, Jesy Nelson, was laughing uncontrollably beside her, her wavy hair pulled up in a messy bun, her face rid of any makeup. She had one of those faces that barely needed makeup, her skin naturally acne and scar-free. Her legs were crossed Indian style and she seemed to be handling the aftermath of the lesson better than her curly-headed friend, her skin dry and chest only slightly heaving up and down. Her hand held her side, the laughs coming out more painfully than initially, causing Leigh-Anne to burst out of laughter, as well.

“We look like lunatics. Let’s go home and get changed.” Her best friend said in-between laughs, getting up from her mat and rolling it. Leigh-Anne laid there, watching her friend roll her mat up, too weak to move just yet. Her chest was heaving up and down rather quickly, her skin sleek with sweat, the feel of it disgusting and just as she was about to get up, something familiar behind Jesy caught her attention. She had seen that jacket before. Three days ago to be exact, and that jacket could only belong to one person.

Almost movie-like, their eyes met. Leigh-Anne was unable to tear her eyes from him, no matter how much she knew it would bring nothing but trouble. His eyes sparkled in that way they had three days ago, and she felt a shiver run down her spine, the unexpected emotions of that night resurging. She stared at him, unblinking and completely zoned out, well zoned in. Everything blurred around her, only his face on high definition, and her eyes noticed the curve of his lips, so shy but so confident. She wanted to smile back, but the thousands of butterflies freely flying around in her stomach prevented her to do so. The butterflies were knocking themselves against her stomach, taking her breath away and apparently her normally good sense of right from wrong.

“Jesus, Leigh, what’s gotten into you?!” Her best friend snapped, waving a hand in front of Leigh-Anne.

“Hm?” She said dumbly.

“Why are you staring at that guy like that?” She asked, her eyes curiously staring between the two.

“Who’s staring? What guy? You’re staring at that guy!” She said defensively, before getting up on her feet and copying her friend’s actions by rolling up her mat. She smiled innocently at Jesy when the latter one raised an inquisitive brow. “Let’s go?”

Jesy rolled her eyes in defeat, trying to hold back the smirk that wanted to make an appearance, before walking to the back of the room where their bags were scattered about. The girl wasn’t stupid, she knew there was more to the story, but Leigh-Anne was one stubborn mule and she didn’t feel like playing games or arguing with her just yet.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this.” She crouched down and opened her Adidas bag, pushing her mat inside. She turned around to look at her friend but realized that the latter one hadn’t even followed her, come to think of it, she wasn't even in the studio anymore. Trying to spot her, Jesy got up and craned her neck, in hopes of finding her curly-headed friend.