Twelve Reasons.

Chapter Twenty Six.

Perri's POV;

I watch as Sam walks into the room we were all sat in waiting to go into the meet and greet area. It was only going to be a small meet and greet but now we had found out that over 100 people had turned up for it, and Ashley being Ashley didn't want to say no to anyone. Sam's eyes clock mine and I look over at Emmie who was sat with Starr and Georgia going through photo's from last night. Sam comes over and stands next to me, instantly putting me on edge, he hadn't done this since my party, the night he wouldn't let me forget.

"I take it she still doesn't know what you said" He whispers just loud enough to make sure I was the only one hearing what he was saying. "No, I haven't told her yet" I whisper, my eyes not leaving Emmie's figure. "Don't you think you should tell her now since everyone knows you're together and everyone also knows what you said, it wont be long till someone tells her" He whispers, his eyes also fixated on Emmie. "I will tell her, just not right now" I whisper. "If you don't tell her, I will" He whispers, walking away to meet with Mitch. I walk over to the girls and sit down, looking at Emmie smiling. "Did you guys just get on?" Starr chuckles, indicating that she had seen me and Sam talking. I just nod my head, watching Emmie's smile widen, this meant a lot to her and I promised myself that I would make a friendship with Sam, anything to make Emmie happy.

"Right guys can you all make your way through the door on the left and take to the seats that have your names on" A woman calls from the door. I stand up, pulling Emmie into a hug. "I've got to sit with Sam, it's what some people have asked for, but I promise I will come and find you before you have to go on stage" She smiles up at me. Of course she was going to be sitting with Sam. I nod my head. "Yeah, I want my good luck kiss now that I can kiss you and not have to worry who see's it" I smirk, bringing my lips to hers. "Pel but her down please" Jordan shouts laughing, making me roll my eyes and give him the finger, I then look down at Emmie who is blushing. "Ignore him" I whisper, before placing my lips back to hers.

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We must have seen a couple of people before the line to get in started to get bigger and bigger. I couldn't believe how well the dance group had taken off. I knew that before I left for my injury that we was winning competitions and becoming more known locally. But this was something else, this was something different. It was amazing, amazing to know that we was making all these people smile, all these people happy. "This is amazing" Jordan whispers to me whilst we wait for the next few people to be allowed into the room. "I cant believe it" I whisper back, looking over at Emmie and Sam. Sam was hugging Emmie and the jealousy was building up inside me, I took a deep breath and tried to look away as the girls started to walk to me and Jordan, but part of me just wanted to stare at them some more. I watch as Sam leans down and whispers something in Emmie's ear before two other fans walk up to them, Emmie sits back in her chair, but its obvious the fans ask for a photo with both of them as she stands back up and Sam wraps his arm around her waist pulling her into him, but what tipped me over the edge was the look he gave me before looking at the phone the fan was holding. "Leave it" Jordan mutters as the girls walk up to us. "Perri I love you afro, does it take long to style?" The first girl gushes. "No, it can be a pain in hot weather though" I chuckle, running my hands through my hair. "Would you ever shave it off?" Another ones asks. "I don't think Ashley would allow me" I chuckle, as me and the girls pose for a photo, smiling at both of them. "Here's my number, give it a call if you ever fancy it" She smirks, winking at me and handing me a piece of paper, that I pass to Jordan, it wasn't the first one I had received during the meet and greet and I didn't think it would be the last, but I didn't want the numbers, I didn't want the girls, the only thing I wanted right now was Sam's hands being kept to himself.

Once the meet and greet was over with we were told to stay in the room for a little longer until all the fans had cleared and were sat in their seats. I walk over to Emmie, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, making her giggle, music to my ears. "Ah Pel, we was just talking about Emmie's birthday in two weeks, we was thinking about going to that new pizza place?" Sam says, looking at me, but smiling at me, and it felt like he actually meant it for once. "Yeah, if that's what the birthday girl wants" I reply, kissing her cheek. "I don't mind what we do, I just wan everyone to get one, and I really, and I cant explain this enough, I really don't want alcohol there" She chuckles, but I knew she wasn't joking, she wasn't going to touch it for a while. "Of course, we can book a table next week" Sam replies, smiling before walking over to Warren and Jordan. "I missed you" I whisper down her ear, making her laugh again. "I was literally in your eye line, and let me tell you it's not good hospitality to be staring at someone whilst talking to someone else" She whispers, turning around and facing me. I shake my head. "Not my fault you look good" I whisper. "It was fun, did you enjoy it" She asks, as she leans against the table her and Sam were sat at, as I stand in front of her, my arms wrapped around her waist. "It was good, it was nice to hear about all the stories and see clips people have of us from years ago" I reply smiling. "We need to get you to wardrobe else you'll be reason the show starts late" she whispers, placing her lips on mine, before tugging me out of the room and down the hallway to wardrobe with everyone else.

As I get dressed into the first costume change I look at myself in the mirror. My hair was being pulled into a bun by one of the hair stylists, whilst another dapped powder all across my face, making my nose scrunch up, how did Emmie do this on a daily basis, she didn't need the make up but always insisted on wearing it, but all it did was make me want to sneeze. "So how does it feel to officially be off the market" Mitch chuckles, walking over to me. "I've been off the market for a few weeks, it was just never the right time to tell Sam" I whisper, looking over at Sam who was doing his hair. "I know, Warren said" Mitch smiles at me. "Do you ever wish you could go back in time" Mitch asks randomly. "If you referring to the party night yes all the time" I whisper, looking over at Emmie in the mirror who was sat with the girls helping do their make up. "I didn't mean that night, but if you wanna talk about it then we can" Mitch replies, sitting on the table next to me. I shake my head. "I don't want to talk about it, not until I've told her" I whisper. "You wanna tell her soon then, otherwise Sam is going to beat you to it" Mitch whispers, smiling sympathetically. "Course he is" I mutter.

As we all huddled together in a show circle that Ashley was adamant we was doing, I look over at Emmie who is stood next to Jordan and Sam.

"This is the just the beginning guys, this is everything we've worked hard for and everything we will towards in the future" Ashley shouts, we all cheer back. "So, lets go out there and do us all proud, lets do my mum proud, this show is for us" He continues, again we all cheer. "We Are Diversity" He shouts, as we all repeat it and break away from the circle, as the intro music starts playing, indicating that we need to take our places. I look over at Emmie, and run over to her quickly. "Break a leg out there yeah" She says, smiling up at me. "Always" I whisper, placing my lips on hers. "Pel, c'mon" I hear Warren shout. I kiss Emmie quickly again before running off on to the stage as the music starts.