Falling For Perrie Edwards

Chapter 4

Bethany's P.O.V

I'm shaking uncontrollably. This can't be Perrie. No. This was the only good thing going on in my life. Now it's just as bad as it was before...no....it was worse.

I yelled in frustration and pulled at my hair. I need to fix this. I need to invite her over or something and show her who I am because if I were to message it to her on hipsters.com she'd screenshot it to embarrass me and stop all contact. And for some reason....I don't want it to stop.

Perries P.O.V

"Zayn you just don't do that!" I yell in frustration at him.

"You'd do it to!" He fires back.

"Maybe when I was younger! But not now! I'm almost 18! YOU'RE 18 and should know better!"

I plop down onto my couch and groan. Zayn rubbed my shoulder.

"Come on, baby! I'm sorry." He kisses my cheek.

"You better go clean it up before tomorrow morning!"

He groans. "Fiiiine!"

I smile and he attacks me with kisses that quickly heat up. For some reason, these past few weeks...the sparks we had at the beginning of our relationship are gone.

I'm still angry at the fact he put rotting cottage cheese in Bethany's locker. I am trying to stop bullying her. I don't know why I even started to bully her. I just envied everything about her. She has the perfect parents. She's so pretty. Even though I'm straight as all hell. I find myself wishing that I could taste her lips...just once.

Whoa!!! What am I thinking? Hell nooooo!

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Bethany's P.O.V

I stare at the chat screen for what seems like forever. I need to do this.

Bethgirl16: Hey. Come to my house. Now. Please. 656 Samford Drive.

Blondiehipster12: You could be a rapist!

Bethgirl16: No, I promise. I'm not going to say this online. I just know who you are and you need to come over.

Bethgirl16: please...

Blondiehipster12: Fine. But I'm having the police on speed dial!!

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I can't believe shes actually coming over. Why do I feel the need to clean up and apply makeup. I drop everything and run to the bathroom, applying eyeliner and anything to make me look less zombie-ish.

By the time I'm done straightening up the living room, I hear a knock on the door and I freeze. I'm not even wearing a jacket. Crap.

I grip onto a sweater on my coat rack in the kitchen and open the door.

"BETHANY?!!?!" Perrie yodels in surprise.

"This is exactly what I needed to talk about..." I greet quietly.

She stays silent. "Make it quick." She groans. But something in her tone takes me back. She sounds like she's faking annoyance. Is that possible?

"Well, what am I suppose to say? You ran into me on the interet and we didn't know who we were. Now that I know...I'm.." I stop mid sentence.

"You're what?" Curiosity sparkles in Perries eyes. Which I just noticed are a crystal blue.

"I'm scared and I don't want to talk to you anymore." I say, turning around and putting on my sweater so she can't see my arms.