Intro - Jade’s POV
I’m in trouble. Been for quite a while now. The thing is, I like someone I shouldn’t like, but I can’t help it. Why would liking someone be wrong, right? Well, the thing is, I’ve fallen for my best friend and bandmate. Perrie Edwards. What amazed me about the whole situation was that I’d never fallen for a girl before. I haven’t kissed a lot of guys before and I never really had a proper relationship, but I always thought that I liked boys. Now I’m not so sure, I just know this: I’m in love with someone that will never love me back. Not the way I love her, at least. I’ve never felt like this before. Butterflies in my stomach whenever she smiles or looks at me, goosebumps whenever her skin casually touches mine. Heat spreading across my cheeks whenever she is kisses my cheek. It’s complete an utter torture and sharing a flat is not really helping me. She would never love me back, that’s why I kept my mouth shut. I was scared that if I told her, everything would change and I’d lose my bestfriend, even though I knew she wasn’t the kind of person to do that, but I was still terrified. What made things worse is that she is dating that Zayn guy. Every time I see them together, my heart breaks a little. Whenever his name comes up on an interview and I hear her say his name, it kills me inside. I don’t know how it’d feel to be stabbed in the heart, but I guess that’s what I feel whenever I seem together, or worse. I fell for her the moment I first locked eyes with her, back on the x-factor. Her blonde hair perfectly falling on her shoulders, her beautiful blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. I could get lost in them forever. Her pink lips that looked so soft, so kissable. Her bubbly personality and her ability to smile through anything. Her happiness was so contagious. But I knew it’d never happen, she would never be with me. That’s why I started dating Sam. I know it’s wrong because I don’t feel anything for him and it’s not fair for him, even though he is cute and sweet and a proper gentleman, there were no sparks when he touched me or kissed me. No butterflies, nothing, but it was the only way to forget about her, even though she was unforgettable.