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Perrie looked around the corner of the hallway, her hands softly touching the edge of the lockers. She rarely witnessed the corridors of her school so bare. Her body shook as a chill passed through her, 'somebody stepping over your grave', her mother would tell her.

She exhaled loudly, then covered her mouth with her free hand. Her handbag swung in the other, tapping against the wall. She put all of her weight on her toes then back on her heel, and then back again. A door closing down one of the many connecting corridors drew her attention, yet was disappointed when nobody appeared.

'He's coming, don't worry about it. He said he was coming so he will. He's probably just stuck talking to one of his mates on the way, you know what he's like.'

Perrie heard the ding of her text tone from her handbag. Her hands were inside before the tone finished, and she pulled the phone to her face. It was Jesy, not Blaine. She scrunched her nose and tightened her lips. 'Jesus Blaine, where are ya man?'

'I'm here! What are you doing talking to yourself?'

Perrie spun. She would have kept spinning had Blaine not put his hands on her arms to stop her. A fear was evident in the wideness of her eyes, and they remained like that until the shock subsided. A smile crept on her face.

'I thought you weren't going to make it,' Perrie told him. The elevation of her heart rate caused her chest to rapidly expand and retract, and it now wasn't from the shock. 'I should know with you that when I say to meet at two, to actually say half an hour earlier to get you here on time.'

'Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen,' Blaine said as he pecked her flushed cheek. She fell for his charm, and as soon as his lips left her cheek, they met her lips. An addictive toxin spread through her mouth; it kept her from pulling away, as if she was slowly being sucked into the chambers of his heart.

When he finally pulled his tongue out from hers, she remained frozen in the same position. Her eyes struggled to open, and once she realised her mouth was still hanging, she closed it and looked to the ground.

'I guess the fastest way to my heart is through my mouth.' As soon as she said it, she realised how weird that sounded. 

For Perrie, dating a guy who had more friends than One Direction fans - okay, maybe an over-exaggeration - terrified her. She only had her three best friends in the entire world, and the only guy to show any kind of interest in her turned out to be one of the coolest guys in the school. No wonder she was anxious every single time they met. She worried that one day he would gaze upon her and realise he could do better.

That's what she always told herself. It was made even worse by the fact that absolutely nobody in the school knows they're dating, or that they've even said a single word to one another.

'So what is this about?' Blaine asked. 

Perrie struggled to form the words. She stuttered before she could form a sentence. 'Well... I... It's... kind of... awkward.'

'Spit it out,' he said, rather annoyed.

'Well I've seen on Facebook that you've got this house party coming up in a couple of days, and I know we're not even friends on Facebook but a couple of mutual friends are going...'

'I'm going to stop you right there,' he said and put his hand on her chin. 'Look, I know what you're getting at. You wanna go, I get it, it's going to be the best post-essay party of this semester. Live band. Free booze. Maybe people will have unprotected sex and pay for this party for the rest of their lives raising a baby they conceived in my parents' bed...'

Perrie looked away. 'Yeah, sounds like a blast,' she said unenthusiastically.

'But the thing is, people don't know we're a... thing. And I kind of want to keep it that way.'

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