Sugar, Baby?

Is that what you call flirtin'?

     "Hi, I'm Jesy," she says, as if that's a normal thing to do. Well, I suppose it is, but not for her. Before me stands Jesy Nelson, known to the public as NELS, the biggest selling solo act of 2016, '17, '18, and likely '19 as well, with the way things are going. She's been in the industry nearly 9 years, and I've had a massive crush on her for essentially her whole career. Her latest album went triple-platinum in its first week.

I realize I've been gawking too long, and attempt to introduce myself, but instead of my name all that comes out is "holy shit."

She looks at me, somewhere between concerned and amused, while I try to recover.

"I- I mean, uh, h-hey. Hi. I'm Perrie," I say, holding out a hand for her to- shake, I think? That's how people greet one another, right?

"Smooth," Jade says, cringing at me.

"You could've warned me!" I whisper-yell, holding a hand up and turning my head toward Jade, as if that'll keep Jesy from hearing.

Jesy laughs, trying to cover it with a cough, but mostly failing. I glare at her before I can think better of it, but I lose what little anger I had when my eyes land on the little smile she's trying to cover.

"Sorry," I say, apologizing for both my awkwardness and my scowl.

"It's alright," Jesy says with a wicked smile. Even with almost no makeup and messy hair, she's still one of the most gorgeous people I've ever seen.

"Wow," I say dreamily, before I can think better of it.

Jade barks out a loud laugh in the background, and I can feel my cheeks go hot. Surely I'm the color of a tomato right about now.

I hide my face in my hands and groan.

"Could this get anymore embarrassing?" I ask. "Jade, shut up."

"I hadn't even said anything yet!" She says incredulously.

"Good," I say, shaking my head as if to clear it and looking as confidently as I can at Jesy, who looks amused.

And hot.

Dammit, Perrie, get it together.

"Shall we sit?" She asks, gesturing to a pair of seats on my left.

"And that's my cue," Jade says, walking toward the back of the plane. "I'll be in the bed!"

"Aren't you always?" Jesy says loudly. "Tell Jed I said hi!"

Jade flips her the bird, laughs, and then slides open a door I've only just noticed and walks through.

"There's a bed on the plane?" I ask, curious.

"I spend a lot of time on here," Jesy says, walking toward the seats. I follow, settling myself in the seat next to her.

"So, Perrie, tell me about yourself," Jesy says once we've been strapped in, served drinks, and warned that the plane will take off momentarily.

"Ah, well, what do you want to know?" I ask, glancing up at her. I can't look at her for too long, or I just get caught up in how pretty she is.

"How about how you ended up on a sugar baby website?" She says offhandedly.

I just look at her.

I think she takes my silence as reluctance, when really, I just got distracted by her eyes.

"Or, if you'd rather start small, how about your favorite color, or animal, or movie? Where you're from? Your favorite food? Anything, really. I know what you look like, but that's about it," she admits.