Friends with benefits • a/p

Chapter 1

Perrie's POV
Warning: Sexual content

"Finally over" - I mumble to myself as I walk into my flat and close the front door.

It's finally friday. I can't wait to spend my next two days on the couch in my living room wearing my most comfortable pijamas and eating my favorite food.

Although I feel like I'm going to be bored if I stay in. It's dark outside, but it's a nice night out there. I could go out for a walk, or maybe a drink or two. I could really use that.

I decide to spend my evening out, alone. It'll clear my mind of all the stress I go through at work and my pathetic little life I have when I get home.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, I need to shower first. I step out of my work clothes, which today is a black skirt and a black blazer, with a white shirt underneath. I look like a businessewoman, but I'm just a basic administration worker in a big company, that's all. I like to dress professionaly to stare at my reflection and admire myself in the mirrors when I go to the toilet.

Once I'm done showering, I wrap myself in a towel and go to my closet to choose what to wear. Should I just go in a pair of jeans and a simple top? No, too boring. A sparkly dress? Nah, too much.

After a half an hour of deciding and trying at least fifteen outfits on, I decide to wear a nice black latex skirt and black bralette, with a coat of course. Instead of the boring dress shoes I usually wear, I went for knee high black boots, the heel is supposed to make me look taller.

When I'm once fully done, which means my hair looks normal, my makeup is decent and I've chosen which heels to wear, I leave my house after I blow kiss my reflection goodbye.

I get a cab to the bar since I can't be arsed to walk. I look at my phone to check the time, it's 8:14pm. Okay, I didn't need three whole hours to get ready this time. Once I reach the place, I pay the driver for the ride and step out of the cab.

Okay Perrie, drink, but don't get drunk. You're a responsible woman. I think to myself and walk in. I'm slightly surprised when I see that the place isn't too crowded. I thought people liked getting waisted on a friday night.

I make my way to the bar and sit on one of the high chairs. My fun started when I got the cocktail I ordered and my favorite song played through the speakers. Too bad I don't know anyone to dance with here.

As I was finishing my drink, I notice someone staring at me. I turn my head to my left and see a man, around my age, looking at me. I give him a polite smile.

"Hi, I'm Alex" - he says with a slight smile.

Okay, this man is handsome. His brown eyes caught my attention immediately. They were deep brown, like chocolate. He had black curly hair, plump lips, perfectly tanned body. He's wearing ripped blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt. I couldn't not notice the freckles on his face and of course, his muscles. He was perfectly build, and probably had a six pack underneath that shirt.

Once I realise that I'm analysing him for too long, I clear my throat and extend my hand.

"I'm Perrie" - I say and shake his hand. His touch is really soft.

"Um, would you want some company?" - he asks.

"Why not?" - I reply and put my empty glass down.

I couldn't stop staring at his face, like there was some power keeping me focused on his perfect features. His voice is so soft, yet deep, so calming, yet exciting.

"So, do you come here often? I haven't seen you here before?" - he asks.

"Um, not really. I was bored at home, so.. here I am" - I tell him and I raise my glass to sip from it, and realise it's empty.