It's not that Perrie was a bad child or something. She just likes to have fun.
Besides, she's nearly done with her college, her business major. She's also made some money from all the songs she had released, she was just waiting for a record label to sign her. That shouldn't be so hard, right?
She was intelligent, witty, charming, devilishly gorgeous and some would even dare say, perfect.
She was the popular kid, the football captain. She maintained great grades and still, she had both men and women drooling for her. At her feet.
"I swear to god, Perrie. One more time you say no, I'd punch you." Leigh-Anne Pinnock, her best friend al throughout her life, challenged as Perrie shook her head for the umpteenth time.
"No means no, Leigh. I have to study for midterms. Besides, it's not like I need to be there." The blonde replied, already taking the stack of books as she winked at a batch of girls swooning at her. She can be a flirt sometimes.
"But you are needed there! It's Louis and Harry's anniversary, Pez. Please?" Perrie grumbled, finally, with a defeated sigh, she nodded, "Fine. I'll go."
Leigh could only smirk in reply, "Their anniversary is next month, dumbass."
Perrie can't take it back. Fuck it.
That's why that night, the group of friends were rounding the neighborhood, cracking some jokes, having some laughs as they held on to rolls of toilet paper. Yes, they're about to toilet paper a house. Their professor Geller's, specifically.
"This is it. He has a son and daughter our age, though. We have to be quick." Louis whispered as he threw the first roll, soon, all of them were doing it. The place was trashed, their were papers on the trees, the patio, the gate.
"I can't believe that I'm risking my grades here." Perrie chortled as she threw another paper, catching Harry's gaze, she smirked, about to catch the paper he was about to throw when she collided with something.
That's when she felt metal around her wrists and the blaring sirens of the police. Oh no.
"You're under arrest for littering and some disruptive noise. Explain yourselves at the department." The cop growled, Perrie can only groan as she and her friends were dragged away.
"I swear to God, Louis, one day, I'm going to kill you." Leigh huffed once they were inside the cell, waiting for Louis to finish a call with his friend, Zayn, to bail him and Harry out. Leigh was to call her girlfriend, Jesy. Perrie could only call her mam. Or actually, any girl from the school. They'd do anything for her.
"Leigh, your turn. Harry, Zayn's here, we're out." Louis announced, Leigh nodded as the officer opened the cell, letting her call Jesy, who, surprisingly was with Zayn. "Wait, you lot are leaving me here?" She asked, clinging to the bars.
"Pezza, look, we'll contact your brother. Or you know we can call your ex." Jesy suggested as she wrapped her arms around Leigh-Anne, Perrie narrowed her eyes and glared at the girl, "Don't make me have longer jail time with assault, Jes. Just, please, help me out, call Jonnie."
"We'll wait for you at the McDonalds down the street. If you aren't out by two hours, we'll bring you food and check in on you." Zayn waved before they left. Perrie sighed, nodding at the officer, telling him she wanted a call.
She was let out, "One call an hour, miss. Don't waste it." He warned, Perrie nodded, immediately dialing her brother's number, it was ringing. Thank God.
"Come on, Jonnie, pick up." She whispered, tapping her foot impatiently as the phone rang, finally, he picked up. "Jonnie, thank God! It's Perrie. Liste-"
