The Other Side Of Love [Leigharry/Zeigh]

Preface

A/N: HI! This is a story that I'll be writing as I edit 'No Scubs'. I suck big time for keeping you guys waiting because you've been nothing but supportive and amazing, so here. I'll try to update this weekly, so hopefully once every week (preferrably during the weekends) to give you guys a little something to read (and this is my way of apologizing). 'No Scrubs' should be up and running soon, give it maybe a few weeks. This story really is about Leigh-Anne finding herself in a love triangle. What's expected is drama, drama and more drama. Tell me what you think, please! Much love xx

Ps: I haven't edited this so I apologize for any typos. I'll try to edit it in the next few minutes/hour. I'm just really hungry right now and I need something to eat or I'll throw this computer against the wall. Read on, sorry. I love you! 

Edited: 26/02/14 

Double edited: 27/02/14 (I'm sorry, I'm such a grammar freak!)

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The warm night breeze lingered in the air, tickling Leigh-Anne’s exposed skin and sashaying up into her hair, sending the unkempt curls into a frenzy. The golden highlights in her hair shimmered in the night as she stood underneath the many lights that adorned the Annual Music Festival in Los Angeles. The dark flats she had on patted against the freshly cut grass, giving way to her long toned legs, a pair of denim shorts hugging her curvy hips perfectly. The white crop top she wore stopped mid-stomach, revealing a slim waist and a diamond bellybutton piercing. Her curls were loose and wild on top of her head, moving according to the wind’s commands.

Her hand ran across her flat stomach, smearing the glitter furthermore onto her skin and in return, coloring the palm of her hand grey with the sparkly material. Perrie Edwards, her best friend since primary school, was walking beside her, shaking her bottle full of glitter held captive in her hands, her beaming smile competing with the bright shining letters on top of the many stands strewn along their path. The blonde-haired girl had gone for a more summer-y look, her long blue sundress giving her body an hourglass shape, her breasts and hips filling the clothing admirably. Her hair fell down her shoulders like a silky waterfall, but instead of water, honey. A honeyfall.

“You’re gonna break that thing if you keep shaking it like that.” The curly-headed girl laughed, reaching over to grab her friend’s waist, after rubbing the glitter off her hands. Perrie ignored her friend’s comment and continued to shake the bottle, her tongue sticking out in concentration. The seller’s words floated around in her head, the promise of a wish after five minutes of shaking becoming a much-needed mantra.

“Seriously, that was load of bull and you know it. Go ahead and make a wish with that thing but it won’t come true.” Leigh-Anne advised, guiding her busy friend through the mass of people, stopping when the path stretched on both sides, the pier to the left and more grass to the right. Perrie turned in her hold and gave Leigh-Anne a cheeky smile, twisting the cap slowly before pulling it open.

“Should I go first?” Perrie asked after a moment, her eyes staring at the rim of the bottle as if waiting for something supernatural to happen.

“Sure.” Leigh-Anne pursed her lips, pulling her arm away from Perrie’s waist and crossing it over her chest alongside her other arm. Her friend was mental for buying into it but Leigh-Anne couldn’t help but find the entire situation endearing. Perrie had always been a laidback person; making ‘live and let live’ her motto.

Leigh-Anne watched as Perrie closed her eyes, her long eyelashes brushing against her high cheekbones and her brows pinching together, the girl going silent. Her manicured fingers clutched onto the bottle tightly, her face softening, a serene glow taking over her features. The curly-headed girl looked around; hoping people wouldn’t find it weird to have two girls just standing in the middle of the park with a bottle full of glitter held between them. She was about to nudge her friend when the latter one’s eyes fluttered open, a proud smile stretching onto her rosy lips.