A low fat, vanilla frappuccino with a side of One Direction.

Jessica's POV

"Hey, h-how's it g-going?" A petite, terribly panicky employee folding shirts screamed at me from the other side of the light-lacking store, a look of terror printed on her face like a newspaper. As she gripped onto a striped blue and green v-neck as if her life depended on it, I smiled at her sympathetically. Poor girl's voice wasn't strong enough to be heard over Sia's deafening voice belting out the familiar tune of Titanium.

I stepped inside Hollister & co, one of my favorite stores in the Galleria mall in Dallas, inhaling the strong perfume that they so wastefully use as an air freshener. I made my way to the jeans section, a pair of navy jeggings on a slim manican at the far right of the store catching my eye.

As I skimmed through the messy pile, my senses blurred from the ear-splitting music, the reeking perfume and the obscured light, looking for my always-hard-to-find size. I stepped back, attempting (but failing) to get a better look at the sizes when I felt something -or rather someONE- colliding with my back. I 180'd, making my much too long dirty blonde hair spin over my shoulders, and smack the girl in the face.

"I'm sooo sorry!" We both uttered in unison, hands held out in an apologetic manner. Her platinum-ish blonde hair wasn't natural, that was for sure, but she kept it well, doing a good job of hiding the regrowth that was bound to be under her dainty black hat.

Her azure orbs, lined with a black liner and expensive mascara, were widened apologetically. That perky hair and her silhouette looked familiar, but I shook that thought quickly, deciding it was just my mind playing tricks.

" 'S my fault! I'm so clumsy!" She giggled, her playful laugh quickly washing away any sign of awkwardness that was present before. Her round, yet thin face was pale under the dimmed lights, but I quickly realized that it wasn't the poor lighting because her arms and legs were the same ghostly color. Her accent struck me as British, sounding almost like Scottish, or something along the lines of that.

"Oh, no, it's my fault! I basically slapped you in the face with-"

"C-can I help you with anything?" The same petite girl as before squeaked, interrupting the hatted (if that's even a word) blonde. She appeared fron behind me looking absolutely petrified, making blondy and I jump. The blue and green shirt had been replaced with a maroon skirt, similair to the one she was sporting. Her beady black eyes stared up at me, expectantly, resembling crow's eyes. I squirmed under her insecure, yet piercing, gaze.

"Uhm, actually yeah, I was looking for these in extra small and couldn't find any." I explained, the too large, dark washed jeans in hand. "Do you have any in stock or something?" I questioned, hopefully running a hand through my wavy hair.

"Actually, we don't make these in XS. Sorry!" I cursed under my breath at her unsatisfying response, as she sped away, her fuchsia skirt floating behind her.

"Stupid 'hourglass' figure..." I muttered, annoyed at her unsatisfying answer, to no one in particular, so I was surprised to hear the blonde's response.

"Tha's a good problem to have, love!" I lifted my head, my grey eyes meeting her baby blue ones.

"I'm not so sure about that." I beamed, sticking my right hand out. "I'm Jessica, anyways!"

The corners of her mouth shot upward, as she grasped my hand, firmly shaking it. "Perrie."

"Well, Perrie, you seem pretty cool. How would you like a nice, cold Starbucks Frap?"

"That's a pretty good impression I've made to a girl I almost knocked over!" She laughed, her eyes sparkling. I giggled, appreciating her playfulness.

"I guess I'm not so hard to impress then!"

"I don't think so! Anyways, anything with ice in it right now would be lush!"

"Then let's outta here!" I dragged her jeaned butt towards the exit, barely aknowledging the dark eyed girl hollering, "HAVE A GOOD ONE!"

Author's Note (:

Hi everyone! I want to start off saying that there won't be many AN's, so when you do see one it should be important. Secondly, and lastly, thank you for giving my fan fic a try!

-Ica (: xoxoxo