The Inevitable Disaster || Jerrie

<Prologue>

<169 days before graduation>
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They were the power couple in school, the perfect and annoyingly gorgeous couple that every chick flick had. They were the literal definition of perfect. For a three year long relationship, and not having a single rumor of breaking up floating around school was an impressive record. People may think it, but no one would have the guts to vocally state it.

Perrie is a simple girl, golden blonde locks that falls over like a waterfall against her back and eyes that are as blue as the deep sea. As for Zayn, he is a rather rugged looking boy, head of the art committee and also a valued member to the drama club. He lived in one of the expensive houses in mid-london with his father, definitely far away from the area Perrie lived, Although, Perrie's was just a small sum her parents could afford, she absolutely adores her house.

Perrie found herself panting and hugging herself as she took another step in Zayn's neighborhood, huffing an annoyed breath directed to herself by choosing to walk instead of taking public transportation. Little droplets of liquefied pollution fell upon her blonde hair accompanied with the icy wind. She cursed herself for not bringing her bike, but she mostly blames Zayn for treating her a whole Shepherd's pie, knowing clearly that her bottomless stomach could consume it whole.

She smiled broadly upon seeing the bright white two story house that belonged to the Maliks. She wasn't going to ring the bell, Mr. Malik hates her guts for some unknown reason (According to Zayn, he just hates everyone in general), she wasn't going to chance it with that guy. For all she knows, he could hire the whole assassin association to hunt her down like a deer.

- I'm here now you ass, where the freak are you? I'm freezing!

Jackass💕: Calm yo' tits woman, I'll be there in a minute. Just get in and warm up for a while, the old man is out of town.

Perrie rolled her blue eyes, convinced that one day if she rolled it hard enough, she would see her brain. She opened the door with a -secret- spare key Zayn gave her. Shaking her hair like a dog and removed her hoodie, navigating her way to Zayn's room.

His house was basically a mansion, as if one of the lairs of a James Bond villain. Moments like these are what makes the blonde's inner child come out. Feeling like the 007 spy, she pointed her imaginary gun every corner she took before taking a leap to the other wall. Giggling at how stupid she could've looked if someone saw her antics.

"What are you doing?" Perrie's spy facade broke when the voice startled her. A rosey blush tinting her cheek as she saw the brunette girl standing at the end of the hall. She wasn't going to lie, the girl was gorgeous like an actual goddess. Her cheeks were tinted pink, probably from the cold. And her eyes were narrowed at the blonde behind her big black chunky glasses, Perrie could clearly see the two bag under her chocolate doe eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" The blonde noted the slight slur to her sweet voice, kinda like Ariana Grande when she sings. "Um..."

"Do you want to die from hypothermia or something? Here, wear this." She didn't let the blonde finish her thought as she was already removing her thick parka to hand to the blonde.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're drenched."