A/N: Going to start off each chapter with saying who's P.O.V it is, because one of my lovely readers pointed out that it's a tad bit confusing if I don't >.<
Perrie's P.O.V
I couldn't sit still.
No matter how hard I tried I couldn't sit still in the fold up chair Paris had nestled my bum in.
I was really trying though; trying really hard to sit still, and trying really hard to pay attention to Jesy's speech about our album, but I couldn't eliminate any of my restless thoughts about the rugged bad boy from my head.
The image of his captivating eyes had forever settled in the clearest parts of my mind. Just imagining his smooth accented voice, or the surge of security his warm hands brought was making my butterflies beat the inside of my stomach.
He was by far the first guy I ever met that threw my body into cardiac arrest at first glance. If only Paris hadn't ruined the moment between me, and the mysterious stranger then perhaps he'd be swinging me across the dance floor right now with the scattered couples still dancing.
Even though most of the people were here listening to the speech, a couple of people were still out on the floor dancing to the soft music that seemed to match Jesy's powerful words. I wasn't surprised they chose Jesy to speak tonight, she had the perfect wit, and tongue to give an amusing speech of gratitude.
With in the first minute of the speech she had caught everyone's interest, and everyone was intently listening. All of them milking in her every word, while each one made me squirm even more. It wasn't that I didn't want to listen to her speech, it's just I was having trouble concentrating, because of the boy that had asked me to dance.
Biting my lip softly to avoid smearing my fading lip stick, I began to look around at the present company to destract my mind a bit, because if I kept thinking about him, picturing him, I was going to have a heartattack.
Then, that was when I noticed two boys standing off to the side whispering. Both of them trying to be suttle, but the taller one wasn't doing a very good job of it.
Frowning a bit, I shifting my position just a little bit to look at them, relieved my mask was still on in case they caught me staring. Something about them seemed indefinately familiar, but I couldn't really put my finger on it. I was positive though that I knew the both of them.
"....Perrie's ethusiam also was a tremendous help when writing the album. She kept us going even when we got stumped on a set of lyrics." Jesy then said, and I turned my attention back to her with a smile as some of the audience looked over at me, including Paris who was sitting next to me with his over bearing smell of rosemary colonge.
Gross with a capital g.
"Well someone had to keep the three of you focused." I called out, making some of the crowd laugh as they turned their attention back to Jesy who still had the stage.
Jesy looked absolutely beautiful tonight with her tight curls framing her face, and that famous black dress that made her figure look killer. I think out of all of us Jesy had the best body, even though others say it's Leigh-Anne.
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Bands Apart [On Hold]
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