Perrie Sent Me

Hey Zayn, I Come in Behalf of Perrie. No, Seriously

On the side we have Jesy. Isn't she lovely?

Here I was, getting ready to go out to break up with Zayn Sexy Malik for Perrie Dumb-Head Edwards. How could I give in to such craziness? Because that was exactly what this was, absolute craziness. But a heartbroken, bloodshot-eyed, pleading Perrie was enough to get me to say yes. Seeing her so hurt gave me no other option but to say yes. Even though I still believe what those two need to do is talk, but if me talking with him will help her feel better, I will do it. Even though I am quite sure it will turn out disastrously.

I took a last glance at myself in the mirror, breathing deeply in and out, trying to calm myself down. It was not working though, I had a feeling I would end in jail or something. Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic but I was absolutely positive it would end disastrously. I got my shaky hands to my hair and accommodated it behind my ears. My hot pink top matched with black leather pants and ankle black boots. I tried to smile at my nicely pulled out outfit, but the thought of going to meet Zayn Malik in name of Perrie Edwards drained all the amusement out of my outfit. I clipped on my earrings and looked at my reflection once more, feeling how I was about to pee my pants. I decided to go to the bathroom before leaving the apartment. The least I wanted was for Zayn to see me pee my pants in front of him, thing that would happen if I had any liquids in my bladder.

I logged on to my Facebook once more after getting out of the bathroom to check the facts once more, not wanting to mess up. I went into my inbox to read Perrie’s message for the millionth time.

Hey Kelly, darling! I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me! Anyway, I sent Zayn a text saying that we would meet in the café on the corner of the 31st street, left from the Big Ben. So he will be waiting there for me. I am supposed to be there at 3:00pm. Let it straight and clear for him that we are over, please. Thank you again for doing this for me. I know I am being such a coward, but I can’t do it.

Good luck!

XOXO Perrie :)

I rolled my eyes as I read the message one last time. This was beyond ridiculous, why did I even agree to this? Oh yeah, Perrie’s heartbreaking image.

This spelt out disaster. This was not going to be good, I could feel it. But what was I supposed to do now? I could not bail on Perrie; I had already given her my word. And my mom had taught me to make my word valuable, and that was by keeping it.

I sighed as I got my brown leather jacket, –I know, I am full of leather today; I need it to get the courage to walk up to Zayn and say what I want to say- and tucked myself in it as I got out of my apartment’s building. Just as I stepped into the street I got a call. I checked the ID before answering, it was Blaze.

“Hey, Blaze.” I greeted, trying not to sound as nervous as I was. I knew she did not support this, and I did not want to give her another reason to get me out of it.

“Hey Kell, where are you?” She asked nonchalantly, even though we both knew she wanted to know if I was going to meet Zayn.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather up all my will power to make my voice sound convincing when I said the next words. “Walking over to my doom,” I said bluntly. I shouldn’t have because she would use that as an excuse to get me out of this, but I needed someone to hear that besides myself.

“You shouldn’t get in the middle of this.” She lectured, as if it was by choice I was heading over to that god damn café. She was not going, so why was she bothering me so much? Someone had to do it. Even though the best person to do it was Perrie, but oh well.

“I know, Leigh-Ann, Jade and Jesy have already texted me saying the same thing.” I complained and then sighed; wishing they all understood I had to do this. They all wanted to help Perrie and now that there was a solution they rejected it. What was up with them?