Perrie Sent Me

No, You Can't Come In, You Sent Me to Break Up with Your Boyfriend

I was chilling at home after my humiliating morning, happy to not have received any more texts, calls or messages regarding that morning from Leigh-Ann, Blaze, Jade, Jesy and most importantly not Perrie. The least I wanted was to remember it. It was something I would file inside my ‘most-embarrassing-files’ inside my brain, and never ever think about it again. I had even turned off my phone after I got home so that Perrie could not call me and ask how the meeting went. I was kind of mad at her for sending me, so speaking to her was not in my to-do list.

I walked over to my couch with a mug of steaming mint flavored tea. There were chocolate chip cookies and strawberries in the small table in between the television and the olive green couch. Now, this was the way I was supposed to spend my day off, not breaking up with some celebrity in name of another one or chilling only after have done that.

I rested the mug of tea on the table and sat, leaning my back against the couch and taking a deep, soothing breath. Just as I was about to press play on my control and continue watching Grease, there was a knock at my front door.

I sighed frustrated and loudly and leant my head against the couch, praying the person knocking the door would leave. I was definitely not in the mood to greet someone and pretend to be happy. I just wanted to sink into my black hole and be left alone. A few seconds later, there was another knock. The knocks sounded insistent and I knew whoever it was, they were determined on getting in. but how could they not get the message? Did I have to spell it out?

I had even stopped breathing, hoping the person would think there was no one home.

“I know you’re in there!” Perrie yelped through the other side of the door.

How could she come here? She had sent me to embarrass myself in front of Zayn Malik and she still wanted me to open up the door for her and be all jolly? What was next? Dyeing our hairs in matching colors and pretending to be real sisters?

I remained silent for a while and then yelled, “Go away!” I no longer cared about how Perrie felt. Because of the fact that I cared so much about how she felt before, is why I ended up being humiliated. I did not want to hear anymore about this. And even though if I hated to admit it, Blaze was right, I had been treating Perrie as if she was my best friend since we were little kids when I had met her just a couple of days ago. Looking back, it was actually ridiculous that I had done this for her.

“Never, open the door Kelly,” she insisted.

“No!” I screeched.

“Open it,” she demanded.

“Just leave Perrie, I don’t want to talk with you,” I muttered loud enough for her to hear.

“Look, I know you did not talk with him, he sent me a text asking –well, demanding- why I stood him up and finally saying the words,” she said, her voice slightly cracking at the end and then paused. What words? Had he officially broken up with her? “Open the door so we can talk. Please, Kelly,” she pleaded. They were over, he had got mad because he thought she stood him up and he called it off, tired of all the drama and waiting. Crap.

I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself down and to understand what was going on. She sounded a bit off, saying those last things. She was probably heartbroken. We needed each other, even if I hated to admit it and to admit that I was not that mad at her when I should have been. I smacked myself in the forehead, wondering how I had got myself into this. “Fine,” I grumbled as I stood up and accommodated my black sweat pants and tried to fix the mess my pony tail was, before opening the door. And there she stood, she looked gloomy and upset, but she pulled off her best smile, thankful that I had opened the door. I took in a deep breath and then pulled her in a bear hug, seeing she needed it, and I needed it to, even though I would never admit on it.

“I am sorry for making you go. It was a mistake,” she apologized.

“And you don’t even know the half of the story,” I mumbled and then laughed a light laugh while nodding my head.

“What happened?” she asked intrigued with her eyes wide open as we walked together towards the couch where the cookies and strawberries rested.

“Wait, I’ll bring you some tea,” I replied before walking off to the kitchen. “You’re gonna need it,” I added from the kitchen.

“So Grease, huh?” she pointed out from the couch.

“Yup, and I think we’ll spend all night watching movies, won’t we?” I asked, even if I already knew the answer.

“Yup. I no longer have a boyfriend and I should be happy about it but I feel like shit. Which is quite ironic, since I was the one who created this mess in the first place. So bring more strawberries and I hope you have more food that will make us fat because I need it,” she ranted, sighing heavily after finishing.

“Oh, Perrie. I am always prepared for things like this,” I said, popping my head towards the small living room to shoot her a teasing smile before heading back to the kitchen.

“Want to order pizza?” she asked from the living room, her voice echoing through my cozy little apartment which would soon be invaded by sobs from lonely young women to whom everything had gone wrong.

“Sure, anything that can earn me a couple of pounds,” I said offhandedly as I looked down to my mid-sized bum.

“Everything goes up to our bum anyway, doesn’t it?”

“Indeed it does, Perrie, indeed it does.”

Five minutes later, I walked into the living room with her mug of tea, mint flavored as well. In other five minutes the pizza was delivered and then the movie was un-paused. We said nothing during the movie, just crying and cuddling together, even though there was nothing to cry about. But when you are heart broken or mad or humiliated, all you need is to play a movie and cry over it, even if it is My Little Pony.

As the credits rolled down and our sobs had calmed down, I decided it was time to tell the story. “The meeting with him was horrible. He thought I was some crazy stalker fan. When I told him I needed to talk with him and that I was the one he was waiting for, he told me I was going to find my prince charming but it was not him. He gave me an autograph and a reassuring smile. Then he kept on searching for you while he made a phone call, –which I suppose was to you- and I understood he was not going to pay attention to me so I walked away without any dignity left,” I explained.

“Oh… I am so sorry for making you go through that, Kelly. You were so good to me and I took advantage of it. And I got what I wanted in the end, he broke up with me,” she said in a thread of voice as her eyes shadowed with sadness and filled with tears. I knew she would regret to have treated him like that. But I was not going to rub it on her face either. She did not need that at the moment.

“But I don’t understand that. You had said you broke up with him.”

“No. I just shut him out, ignoring his calls and messages, not opening the door when he went to my flat, etcetera,” she explained as she looked down at her nails.

“Oh, Perrie,” I sighed as I embraced her in a comforting hug as we both stuffed strawberries on our mouths after dipping them in condensed milk. That shit was delicious.  And we needed it as well. 

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