Fearless | Lerrie

→Six| Snowed In

Leigh-Anne rest her head on her steering wheel, the cold of her garage closing in on her. Pull yourself together, she thought as she sat upright in her car seat. She wiped the tears that aimlessly had fallen down her cheeks. Perrie was going to arrive at her house any minute and she was sitting in her car, drowning in her sorrows.

Leigh-Anne wrapped her slender fingers around the cold handle on the car door and hesitantly opened it. She grabbed her bag and stepped out from her car. The garage door began to open slowly, confused, Leigh-Anne snapped her head towards the door. A black Mercedes Benz, Mr Pinnock's car, rolls up into the driveway. Leigh-Anne's eyes glistened and a big smile crept onto her face. The small breakdown in her car was soon forgotten when her dearly missed father opened his car door.

"Dad!" She smiled, running towards him as he stepped out of the car.

"Hello, Princess," he grinned, wrapping his arms around his daughter.

"I- You came home early," she gasped as she pulled away from her fathers grip.

"Well, we the case closed quicker than expected. I'm off work until the new year," he smiled brightly.

A knock came from the front door, a questioning look crept onto Mr Pinnock's face. Leigh-Anne shot an apologetic look before making her way to the front door. She flung it open, Perrie was standing there with a red coloured nose and purple lips.

"Woah, Rudolph! You came early!" Leigh-Anne laughed as she stepped aside to let Perrie in.

"Shut up, curly," she said, playfully punching my arm.

The two girls made their way up the winding steps of the mansion, until they reached the study. Leigh-Anne grabbed a pile of books she had gotten at the library and placed them down on the ground. Perrie pulled out her notebook and laptop as took a seat next to Leigh-Anne who was on the floor. Perrie and Leigh-Anne sat in silence, occasionally mumbling a sentence or two to each other. Every now and then, Perrie would sneak a look at Leigh-Anne who had her eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

Three hours had passed and it was pitch black outside, snow was pelting down. The girls hardly took notice as they were deep into the study of the World War. The study had grown cold so Leigh-Anne took off to find some blankets and jumpers.

While Leigh-Anne searched the linen cupboard, a knock came from the door of the closet. She snapped her head in the direction of the door to see her father holding a cup of tea.

"Leigh, there's no way Perrie is leaving this house. The snow is non-stop falling. It'll be too dangerous to let her walk or drive home. She'll have to sleepover," he said, his body was now leaning against the frame of the door.

Leigh-Anne stopped in her tracks, almost dropping her pile of blankets. All the mattresses had gone to be cleaned, expect hers. Of course the one day Louisa decideds to clean them! She'd have to share a bed with Perrie. Leigh-Anne had only shared a bed with Violet and that's because they were best friends. Leigh-Anne hardly knew anything about Perrie. Why was this an issue though? In some way, Leigh-Anne knew she wasn't just nervous because she doesn't know Perrie well enough.

Leigh-Anne swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and said, "I'll let her know. Thanks."

John Pinnock was no idiot, he knew something was up. He always knew there was something different about Leigh-Anne. He'd noticed the way her eyes glistened when Gracie, their family friends daughter, come over to visit.

The anxious girl pushed past her dad before he could say a word and hurried through the house. Perrie was sitting by the window, snuggling into her leather jacket.

"Here," Leigh-Anne said, throwing Perrie a white blanket.

"Thanks," Perrie breathed.

"My dad said that you have to sleepover. It's too dangerous to walk or drive in this weather," Leigh-Anne said, trying too keep the shake from her voice hidden.

"That's okay, I'll call Janice. I don't have any clothes though," she spoke, pulling the blankets around her shoulders.

"Sarah will have some," Leigh-Anne beckoned for Perrie to follow her.

Leigh-Anne showed Perrie, Sarah's closet and left her alone to get changed. Meanwhile, Leigh-Anne was trying to find the perfect pajamas. She searched her closet for something that wasn't too dorky but comfortable. Finally, she settled for sweatpants and a Harry Potter jumper.

When Leigh-Anne exited the wardrobe, she was greeted by Perrie who was lying on her bed. She looked, oddly enough, beautiful. Her golden locks were pulled into a messy bun and she had a yellow tank top along with black sweatpants on. Leigh-Anne's mouth gaped open, luckily she caught herself before Perrie did.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Leigh-Anne asked, pretending that she wasn't just staring at Perrie.

"Sure!" Perrie said, crawling to the top of the bed.

"Okay, what movie?" Leigh-Anne took a seat at the end of her bed.

"Well," Perrie's eyes flickered to Leigh-Anne's shirt then back to her face, "Harry Potter?"

Leigh-Anne nodded with a smile and pulled out Order of The Phoenix, her personal favorite. She turned on her television and put the DVD into the player. She turned around to see Perrie tucked under the blankets. Leigh-Anne inhales a sharp sigh and slowly climbs into the queen sized bed, next to Perrie.
The movie began to play and the girls sat in silence for the first half an hour until Perrie spoke.

"Whose your favorite character?" She questioned, glancing at Leigh-Anne.

"Ron!" Leigh-Anne said as if it were obvious, "You?"

"Luna," Perrie replied.

"She looks a bit like you, only more attractive," Leigh-Anne laughed.

"Hey!" Perrie said and jokingly punched Leigh-Anne's arm.

"Perrie?" Leigh-Anne said in a questionable tone.

"Hmm?" Perrie hummed, eyes glued to the television screen.

"Are you scared of anything?" Leigh-Anne didn't know where the question came from, she was just curious, "Like what would your boggart be?" Leigh-Anne added after a questioning look from Perrie.

"I'm not afraid of anything, I'm completely fearless."

"Sure and you aren't completely scared of cars," Leigh-Anne said in a sarcastic tone.

The smile that was on Perrie's face had faded and all the color had rushed from her cheeks. Without saying a word, the blonde looked away and continued to watch Harry Potter. That was, strange, Leigh-Anne thought while folding her arms over her chest.