Bands Apart [On Hold]

8. A Dangerous Climb

        Perrie's P.O.V

"So how did you enjoy the party?" Jade asked as she pulled the bun out of my hair, and began to brush it out. 

"It was fine I guess." I sighed, looking over at Zayn's mask which was resting on the end table near my bed.

 "I shall see you again, beautiful Perrie." 

That was what he had said, but he wasn't exactly specific on when. I think I would die inside if it was longer then a day, because I haven't been able to get him out of my mind since that blasted party. 

All I could think about was the way his lips felt over mine, and how I felt secure in his tight hold. Also I couldn't rid myself of the imprint his face had left in my mind, never before had I seen someone so handsome. 

I could tell just by the quick glimpse I got at his exposed features, and the long glimpse I got at his eyes that he was gentle, and respectful. I had no reason yet to believe otherwise. 

"Just fine." Jade said, brushing long strokes in my hair now, and I shrugged as I stared at myself in the mirror.

 I do admit though I didn't really see what he saw that was so beautiful about me. I had pretty basic looks, nothing model like, yet he acted as if he had never seen a girl before. I'm sure someone with his status has been with many girls much fairer then me. 

Then again my mum always told me that boys will date models, but marry simple beauty's. 

I guess that didn't really make sense until now. 

"Just fine." I repeated, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and a frown appeared on her face. 

"I'm guessing Paris ruined your night?" She inquired, and I hesitated on my answer. I wanted to tell Jade the truth, but I was nervous to admit I had been snogging one of the One Direction boys. 

For the longest time any mention of them had put a bad taste in her mouth. 

Even with that being said though she would probably take it better then Jesy, and Leigh-Anne who hated the lads with a passion. 

Since that stupid feud had began all I ever heard about was how much they all hated One Direction, and how much Stacey wish they'd all drop dead. Of course I always held my tongue when they talked about them, because I didn't want to admit I held no grudge with them. I didn't see the point in being angry at them. I'm not even sure how the feud began! All I know is that it started literally the week after we won the x factor. 

Since then it was always the topic of interest in magazines, and the start of fights between our fandoms. It was sad actually, because sometimes the fights had bad endings that hurt someone deeply.

 Just the thought of one of my fans getting harmed, physically or mentally, made my chest hurt. That was why I tried to stay out the feud as much as possible. That was probably why it never effected me until now.