#jeserrie

“Hey, princess,” she says, accent sultry, large eyes squinting into a dangerous look.

She can't form words for a couple of nervous seconds, heart lodged up her throat when she realizes that Jesy is extremely too pretty this close up.

“Hi, Jesy,” she squeezes out of her vocal cords, squeaking and stuttering and Jesy smiles at her, grin set up in a teasing curve.

There's a phone being shoved at her, cracked screen forming all types of lattice work over the number screen.

“Type in your number, so I can't pick you up later,” Jesy drawls, her nose piercing glints under the lights of the cafeteria, her heavily studded ear looking far to dangerous for a girl like Perrie.

Her fingers move on autopilot, pressing her number in and handing it over to Jesy without a word. Her face is turning pink, she knows it is, it heats up to her ears and she curses at her fair skin.

-

She's nearly forgotten all about Jesy, the teasing elbowing Leigh-Anne had thrown her way, the slight warning look in Jade's eyes.

Perrie's is falling asleep when her phone starts to ring, vibrating violently from her night stand, too loud in her room. She spring out of her sleepy stupor in an attempt to quiet it down, she doesn't want her mum to wake up, doesn't want to explain who's calling her at this late at night.

The number is listed as unknown when Perrie picks it up, pressing the phone to her ear gingerly.

“I'm down the street,” is all she hears but it's enough to recognize the tilt of Jesy's accent, the low tone of it.

The line goes dead before Perrie can respond. She stares blankly at her door before she keys in Jesy's name for the contact, biting down on her tongue to get herself to get out of her daze.

-

It's cold when she makes it outside, her shoes thump quietly against the sidewalk in her rush. The wind is soft against her hair, chilling her, painting her cheeks are soft pink.

There's a static feeling of nerves, of what if. Her treacherous mind starts producing worse case scenarios.

She gets to the end of the road entirely too fast and she's got no idea what to do with herself when Jesy waves at her, leaning over her motorcycle.

“Here, take this,” she says, pushed her helmet against Perrie's chest and hops on her bike, “I forgot to bring an extra one.”

-

Holding on to Jesy is a stark contradiction to the wind blowing in her face, roaring pass her ears. Jesy twists and turns, speeding by empty streets, engine purring too loudly in the quiet town.

Perrie's stomach swoops with the angles, with the way Jesy is almost careless with her driving. Her arms tighten around Jesy, chest pressed to her back, holding on for dear life.

-

The moon is a tiny slice in the sky, glowing bright against the dark. Perrie looks at the way the clouds curl over it before Jesy tugs her forward, hand warm and instant.

Jesy's halfway to climbing a moss ridden wall when Perrie finally catches on.

“What are we doing?” she asks, breathlessly and in awe.

“Climbing over to the cemetery,” Jesy says easily enough, climbing up higher.

Perrie struggles to get up the wall, being used to avoiding all kind of physical activity.

But Jesy looks so wild and pretty under the small moon, with the shadows of the weeping willow over her face.

She's panting when she finally stumbles down on the other side, she rolls on her back and Jesy ducks down to look at her, her hair falls over like a curtain, focusing Perrie's whole world to just Jesy.

-

“I come here a lot,” Jesy says when they're walking by headstones, names and years and sadness etched into the marble, crumbling down with time, “it's peaceful.”

Perrie nods, flinching to herself when a twig snaps under her sneakers, the clouds are rolling away and there's stars starting to poke out, Perrie can see the way the reflect off Jesy's eyes.

-

“This one is my favorite,” Jesy says happily, stopping in front of a grave, covered in dirt, cracked at some places. The writing reads faintly, forever in our hearts. It has no name, nothing else, no years. Perrie looks at it.

“Sometimes I think about putting my name on it,” Jesy says, “but then I think, isn't that a bit unfair, taking someone else's well deserve spot under the earth?”

Perrie shrugs, feeling a chill in the air.

“I might as well just live my life and earn a spot here,” Jesy concludes.

She's gotten close, Perrie shudders with the sudden warmness, the way her perfume wraps around her space.

Her mouth drops open in surprise when their lips touch, Jesy's lips are chapped, unforgiving with what they take. Perrie stumbles backwards with the force of it. Pass her clouded thinking she hears a shout of hey! A light being flashed at them, and then Jesy pulling her along, running in a way that makes her stumble over her two feet.

The hot slickness of Jesy's mouth still has her lips buzzing, feeling too electrified, leaves her disoriented.

There's shouts behind them, but Perrie can barely hear them over Jesy's laughter,

-

They're speeding off when Perrie lets herself think, the wind is roaring in her ears and her stomach flops and the moon is behind a wall of clouds, stars gone.