It was odd. I mean, for someone who has dozens of suitors a day—whether it was a noble, an educated man, sometimes a prince even, she rejects them. She says "No," with a grin on her face as she excuses herself away from them.
What was more, well, odd was the amount of flowers that ended up on her bed. There were days where it's just a single stem and then there were days where her entire bed was littered with it.
At first it was only the flowers. Until the notes came. Poems, psalms, beautiful words written by someone she didn't know. Written by someone who had her heart despite never knowing them. They might not even exist.
"I can't understand you. I honestly can't." The maid says, baffled as she watches the blonde drop down from the ground, silently and discreetly as possible, unaware of the pair of eyes that were watching her from below.
"Jesus, Leigh-Anne! You scared me." The girl replies, crossing her arms as she walks towards her, looking back to see if any of the guards have seen her and sighing in relief when she was sure there were none.
"Why don't you just go talk to her? Go tell her!" The maid exclaims, narrowing her eyes at the blonde as she answers quickly; "I'm just a gardener, Leigh. I think you forgot that."
"Okay, and? I'm her maid but you see me gossiping with her." Leigh retorts, still urging the blonde as they walk towards the small cabin where they resided, lucky enough to only share it with one of the guards.
Perrie could only chuckle dryly as she lightly pushed the other girl inside their home, laughing bitterly as she shook her head, "That's different."
"Different how? Jesy, one of her guards, she talks to her as well." The Barbadian answers while tilting her head towards the guard who's silently asleep on her bunk, the noise of the film on the television still echoing inside their loft. The blonde purses her lips together as she rolls her eyes.
"She's a guard. I'm a gardener. There's "ener," on the end."
"Was that supposed to be a joke?" Leigh winces, actually realizing why Perrie shouldn't talk to the princess if she spoke like that. God, if that was her way of humor then she feels bad for her future children. The amount of jokes they have to pity laugh at.
"Besides, it's your job to talk to her. You can talk to her if you want to. It's not like being a gardener means I have to plan—"
"If you make a gardening pun I would not hesitate to get Jesy's gun and shoot you right here." Leigh interrupts before turning her lights off.
"Also, you're acting like you're gonna get hanged if you talk to her. Firstly, it's not like you're intruding or something, secondly, It's 2020, Pez." She chuckles, leaning back on her bed as Perrie groans, "Sure, I won't get hanged but they won't hesitate to shoot me!"
"You don't wanna talk to her but you leave flowers and poems on her bed. I mean that's weirder than talking to her but okay."
Perrie could only place a pillow above her head as she ignores Leigh-Anne.She loves her to bits but sometimes she just wants her to shut up.
Later that night, Jade Thirlwall stares at the note on her bed, smiling fondly as she realizes that it has the same handwriting as the ones in the box she kept inside her wardrobe.
She had no idea who it was, where it came from, why someone would do it.
She wasn't even sure if it was real or if it was just her friends doing it because they feel bad that she's still single.
"You know, now I understand why Jesy hates the night shift." Alex, one of the guards grumbles as he peeks in the room, checking in on the princess as Jade chuckles, "Where is she anyway?"
