Pesy One Shots

Would it be too cliche if our clothes matched?

Prompt: "Would it be too cliche if our clothes matched?"

When they entered the shop, Perrie didn't quite know where to look first! She gazed excitedly at the giant selection the store had to offer. As far as her bright blue eyes could see there were loads of sweaters, dresses, shirts, shoes- any kind of clothing one could possibly think of- in all sorts of colors! Her excitement grew the longer she looked, as she began to notice not only the variety of colors, but of materials, fabrics, textures, and shapes! Soft music played in the background, a direct contrast with the loud colors of the clothes, and everywhere people were going from one packed shelf to another.

Perrie smiled and gripped her girlfriend's arm.

"Pez, not so tight!"Jesy cries. Sometimes, Perrie gets a little too excited.

"Sorry!" Perrie quickly let go with sad puppy eyes and stepped aside to make some space between them. "I'm just happy, you know? Going shopping with my girlfriend,"

She beamed, gazing upon Jesy with adoring eyes. Jesy couldn't fully get her head around how beautiful Perrie's eyes were. Right now, they resembled the ocean on a bright, sunny day: placid and gentle, but still quite deep. When she got angry, they still remained the lovely blue of an ocean, but during a hurricane: wild, unpredictable, and maybe even a bit dangerous. But when she smiled? When she smiled her eyes were like the ocean at high tide, the waves rolling out excitedly and swallowing everything in their reach.

Jesy felt like she was drowning every time Perrie looked at her.

"Where would you like to look first?" Jesy asked Perrie, suddenly remembering their task. She would've been content to just stare into Perrie's eyes all day, but she knew Perrie was excited about their little shopping trip. Jesy took Perrie's hand in hers and pulled her close again, closing the gap between them, waiting for Perrie's response.

"Maybe pyjama's?" Perrie finally suggested, snuggling more into Jesy's side.

Jesy smiled and pulled the blonde girl along towards the hanging sign that said Pyjamas. Just a few moments later the couple was surrounded by jammie's of all sorts. Perrie stood in front of a shelf full of fluffy pyjama tops and pants. She stroked her fingertips over them, liking how they felt against her skin.

They were so incredibly soft.

"Jes! Come feel this!" Perrie shrieked a little too loudly at Jesy, who was standing just a couple feet away looking at a unicorn onesie.

She walked over to Perrie and felt the pants Perrie was holding towards her. Jesy tried to react as happily as Perrie had a moment ago, though she wondered if that was even possible because Perrie was the most excited person she'd ever met. She must have succeeded though, because her girlfriend started to bounce on her heels and grin like a fool.

"Soft, eh?" she said, showing off her perfect white teeth.

"Fan-bloody-tastic!"Jesy gasped for the sake of Perrie's heart. She thinks Perrie might know she's overreacting for Perrie's sake, but both of them know that she just wants "her little Perriewinkle" to be happy, so that's neither here nor there.

The girls continue to feel the jammies and laugh with each other until Perrie asks: "Would it be too cliche if our clothes matched?"

Yeah, a bit, Jesy thinks.

"Depends..." she says to Perrie, very, very seriously, but she can't keep the smile off her face. "What would you like to get for us?"

"I saw a bunch of cute pyjama's in the corner over there," Perrie says, turning and pointing at an aisle to their left. Not really caring about anything but making the girl beside her happy, Jesy nods, and Perrie quickly pulls her toward the aisle.

There were loads of matching PJs, but none the girls could agree on. Perrie found a set she liked, the shirts proclaiming She's my Rachel and She's my Monica, but as Jesy's not really a big fan of 'Friends' they both agreed it wasn't the one.

There was another set the girls both liked, which had a jar of Nutella on one and a slice of bread on the other. You're the Nutella to my bread. Problem was, neither of them wanted to be the bread.

There was yet another set which had peanut butter on one shirt and jelly on the other, but it wasn't quite right either. While it was cute, neither of the girls found pb&j to be a good combination.

Just as they were beginning to worry they'd never find a set they both liked, they found the perfect ones! It appeared that the set was meant to be for a boy and a girl, but neither girl cared about that.

The first shirt said I'm hot! next to the drawing of a campfire, while the second one read She makes me melt! with a doodle of a half-melted marshmallow on a stick.

Perrie, ever the softy, immediately claimed the one with the marshmallow. Jesy, known to be a little bit firey, happily took the one with the cartoon flame.

Later that night Jesy sat draped across the couch in their apartment, playing a game on Perrie's phone. Perrie smiled at the sight of her girlfriend in her new pyjama's, her tongue peeking out of her mouth in concentration as she played the game.

She walked over to the coffee table and set down a tray with tea and biscuits before she joined Jesy on the sofa. Jesy left out a content sigh and set down the phone, cuddling up to Perrie.

"I love you, babe."

Perrie couldn't help the toothy grin that found its way to her face. She just felt so warm and fuzzy inside hearing her say those three little words. It wasn't the first time Jesy had uttered them, of course, but it still had the same effect on her.

"I love you too,"she grinned, looking down at their matching jammies. Maybe it was a little cliche, but Perrie couldn't care less. With Jesy by her side, cheesy pyjamas and all, she was the happiest she'd ever been.

When Perrie opened her phone the next day, her high score was broken and her background was a picture of Jesy and her in matching pyjama's and Perrie softly snoring with her mouth open on Jesy's shoulder.

She loved this girl so much.

The end x