Fearless | Lerrie

Ten| Eskimo Kisses

Leigh-Anne and Andre sat in Violet's bathroom, trying to clean up the red stain that had formed on his shirt. She grabbed a hand washer and drenched it in soap and water, catching a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. Leigh-Anne hardly recognized herself without her glasses. She had hardly recognized herself all night. It was as if the clothes she was wearing gave her some sort of a magical confidence boost.

Quickly pulling herself from her gaze, she walked over to Andre who was sitting on the toilet. Leigh-Anne brought the washer to his shirt and began to clean the stain. Just as she had predicted, the stain wasn't fully coming off but she didn't mind. She was alone with Andre. Leigh-Anne could feel Andre's abs under his shirt, making her heart skip a beat. He really is just perfect, everywhere.

"You didn't have to do this," he said, breaking the silence.

"I didn't have to come to this party," Leigh-Anne replied, eyes still fixated on his shirt, trying her best not to turn the colour of a tomato.

"Well, I'm glad you did," he smiled, causing Leigh-Anne's cheeks turn a shade of crimson.

Silence fell upon the two again. Leigh-Anne made her way back over to the sink and drenched the washer again. Just as she was turning away to go back to Andre, there was an ear-piercing scream. A small smile spread across Leigh-Anne's lips as she made her way towards the bathroom door. Her fingers slipped around the cool metal of the door and she swung it open.

Leigh-Anne stepped out into the corridor, Andre a few steps behind her. A group of people were crowding Violet's bedroom door, holding up their phones and laughing. Leigh-Anne pushed her way through the crowd to see Violet sprawled across the floor, her face in her hands. A small ball of guilt formed in Leigh-Anne's stomach as she watched Violet shamefully stand up. The corners of her mouth turned down as she realized what she and her friends had done. The blonde turned around and faced Leigh-Anne, a fire burning within her green orbs.

"You are so childish," she growls, shoving Leigh-Anne's shoulder slightly.

"Thank you," Leigh-Anne replied, turning on her heel and pushed back through the crowd of entertained teens.

Leigh-Anne met with Andre again, who had a grin on his perfect face. She smiled brightly at him, butterflies swarming in her stomach.

"That was excellent," he complimented.

"It wasn't my idea," Leigh-Anne replies, trying to be modest.

The pair find their way back downstairs. Along the way downstairs, Andre had managed to grab Leigh-Anne's hand. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with her own, made her heart flutter. It was the moment she had been dreaming of, since seventh grade.

The two made their way outside again, the cold breeze brushing against Leigh-Anne's exposed skin. Goosebumps ran across her tanned skin, which cause Andre to pull her close to his chest.

"You okay?" He questioned, rubbing her arms and up down.

"Just a bit cold," Leigh-Anne choked out, trying not to let her heart catch in her throat.

Andre released Leigh-Anne from his grip and pulled his jacket off from his back. He slid it over Leigh-Anne's shoulders, the fur part of the hoodie making her feel like an Eskimo. Leigh-Anne thanked Andre and grabbed a cup from the refreshment table that was only a few meters away.

The two sipped the alcoholic drinks and started to engulf in a conversation. But Leigh-Anne was barely listening, she was too busy focusing on not making an awkward comment or messing up the conversation by bringing up something geeky. It would be a horrible sight to accidentally reference Harry Potter or letting her favourite Star Wars character slip out in a conversation. She mainly kept the conversation focused on Andre. It looked like he was enjoying talking about himself, so she let him ramble. It gave her an excuse to stare at his perfectly chiselled jaw.

It seemed like they talked for hours outside. Leigh-Anne could barely feel her legs and feet from the cold. Quite frankly, she didn't care. The night couldn't be more perfect. The love of her life was talking to her like a normal person and not like some alien, which is how she was treated by everyone. Everyone but Perrie and Ellie of course. Sadly, their moments of bonding came to stop when Perrie made her way over to the two.

"Hey, Leigh. We're ready to go. You all good here?" She questioned, her hands tightly wrapped around a red plastic cup.

"I'll meet you outside," Leigh-Anne states and Perrie just looks towards Andre and nods.

Perrie turns of her heel and pushed her way back inside the house. Leigh-Anne's gaze catches with Andre's brown eyes. Her breath hitched when his eyes left hers and fell upon her lips. They slowly made their way back to Leigh-Anne's eyes, which were full of bewilderment. Andre pushes the stray hairs away from her face and tucks them behind her ear. He then rests the hand on the bottom of her jaw. Leigh-Anne could feel her heart racing as he leaned in slowly, closing his eyes. His lips were only inches away from hers so she quickly closed her eyes just as the two lips connected. Her body shivered with lust as she moved her arms from her sides and snaked them around his neck.

Andre slowly parted his lips away from hers and pulled his head back. Leaving Leigh-Anne craving more. It was feeling she had never felt before. Lust.

"I had a great time tonight," he said, keeping his hands just under Leigh-Anne's jaw.

"Me too. Thanks," she smiled, removing her hands from his neck and pulled off his jacket. She handed to him but he pushed it away.

"Keep it," he smiles and gives Leigh-Anne one last kiss on her cheek before turning away.

Leigh-Anne felt like screaming and jumping around with joy. She shoved her hands into the pockets of the jacket and followed pushed back through the crowd. After finally making her way through the crowd of drunk teenagers, she met with Perrie on the front porch. The girls exchanged two small smiles and made their way down the steps, where Ellie was waiting for them. 

"Thank you," Perrie muttered, hugging her leather jacket. 

"I had a good time," Leigh-Anne blushed, looking down at her feet.

"What happened?" Ellie said, a smile growing on her face.

"Well..." Leigh-Anne's voice trailed off as she thought about the kiss she shared with Andre and how it felt.

"You kissed him didn't you?" Perrie said in a monotone, her eyes fixated on the ground. 

Leigh-Anne paused for a moment and smirked before giving a short nod.

"You dirty girl!" Ellie laughed, lightly slapping Leigh-Anne's shoulder.

"It's all thanks to Perrie," Leigh-Anne smiled, enveloping Perrie in a short side hug.

Perrie didn't even react to the contact. She just stayed still, her eyes still fixated on the ground.

"Are you a'ight Pez?" Ellie asked as Leigh-Anne awkwardly pulled away from the hug.

"I'm just tired. I'm going to go home if that's okay," Perrie muttered before quickly taking off.

Leigh-Anne and Ellie shared a look of confusion. Leigh-Anne's eyes worryingly followed Perrie down the long driveway and down the street. Ellie just muttered about having to go and followed Perrie down the path, leaving Leigh-Anne to walk home by herself.