Perrie Sent Me

4 - Meetings, More Latte & Anecdotes

4 - Meetings, More Latte & Anecdotes 

Soon enough I had my hands in Perrie’s hair.

“I can’t believe I met Perrie Edwards and that she knows I had latté in my bra and beyond.” I said laughing, causing her to laugh out loud too, getting both of us attention from the rest.

“I can’t believe it either. It was a bit weird if you ask me.”

“A bit? It was hell weird!  I still owe you the latté, though.”

“No, you are the one you ended up with latté in her bra and boobs. You can keep the shirt, since the other one is ruined. I owe it to you,” she said nodding.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I’ll give it back to you at the end of the day. I just took it because I can’t be at work with latté on my top. I highly doubt I would be hired again.”

“So are you saying you don’t like my shirt? Is that why you’re giving it back?” she asked and looked hurt. I immediately cursed, trying to think of a way to fix my mistake.

“What? No! Not at all! It’s a beautiful shirt Perrie,” I rushed to say. “And look at the color! Exquisite!”

Out of the blue, she cracked up laughing. “You should’ve seen your face!” she said through her fit of laughter.

I frowned, totally confused and with the comb in one hand and the hair spray on the other, ready to defend myself if she was a bipolar psychopath or anything.

“I was joking Kelly.” She explained once she controlled herself as she saw me in my ninja position.

“Oh, “I said, gaining back my composure, clearing my throat and trying to pretend like I had not just tried to attack her. But she did get my inner ninja going though.

“But seriously though, keep the shirt. I ruined the other one.”

 “You sure, Perrie?”

“Yeah. It’s the least I can do.”

“Okay,” I said shrugging. I did not expect to get a new shirt today, but I did not expect to lose another one and to have latté on my bra and boobs, so I guess its all okay. And I am not surprised by any of this, I attract trouble like a magnet. Everything that can go wrong, goes wrong with me. I remember this time I decided it was okay to go out with the knife I was using to cook in my hands to the store in front of my building. But the police cop that was nearby did not think so. I spent the night in jail with my flip flops, a sweater and no brassiere underneath it. And the lesbian woman that was in there with me did notice that there was a missing piece of my clothing. I left the police station with her number. I still have it, in the fridge with a magnet to remind myself to never walk out the door with a knife again and to always wear a brassiere because people can tell when you are not wearing one, especially lesbians.

“So why are you alone anyway?” Perrie asked.

“Oh, remember that I was talking on the phone when we crashed?”

“U-huh.” She said while staring intently at a message in her phone. I was standing in front of her so I got to see Zayn’s name on the text. Not that I am a stalker or nosy or anything. I just happened to see it. Perrie’s face was busy to pay attention to me because it was frowned. She seemed annoyed, frustrated and a tad bit sad if you looked up close. Why would she seem like that? I would have asked but it was really none of my business. And I might be told to mind my own, which would have been quite embarrassing.

“Um, well I was talking with my assistant, Blaze, and she was telling me she was not going to make it. And I did not get to hear her explanation because of reasons we are both familiarized with.” I explained, trying to get a smile out of her with what I said at last, but failing miserably.