#jerrie fic

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Never Coming Back Down 1880 words

Jade is an underground fighter, Perrie is a nursing student. They’re each other’s missing pieces.

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so this is Amber’s @loveloveolivia‘s birthday drabble which I promised ages ago and I’m sorry this is so late. So there you go, Ambz, have Jerrie, side Larry, a tiny bit of Tomlinshaw, and birthday kisses. Also I’m sorry this is so sappy.

from lezza with love. “Knock knock.” Perrie doesn’t even have to look up. “Piss off,” she says with gusto and stuffs another chip into her mouth. The uni cafeteria is open even though classes havent started yet, and it’s filled with hungry students, who need a break from the library. 

Harry sits down across from her, long legs barely fitting under the tiny table. “You’re supposed to say who,” he complains and steals the last of her greasy potato chips off her plate, dunking it in mayo before it disappears in his mouth.

“You’re disgusting,” Perrie tells him and wipes her fingers off a napkin. Her lips taste salty as she licks them clean.

Harry nudges her shin with his foot. “You love me.” Perrie narrows her eyes at him. There’s always that slightest bit of good natured rivalry between them. Perrie was Louis’ best friend first before Harry came into their lives, and there is a tiny, tiny part of Perrie that still misses the old days when it was just her and Louis, single and gay and up against the world.

“So.” Harry smiles easily, tugging off his beanie. His hair is slightly matted from the wet mix between rain and snow that’s been pouring down from the grey skies for days now. “I was thinking we could throw them a party.”

“Them?”

“Yeah? My boy and your girl. Like, a belated birthday celebration.” 

Her girl. Christ.  Jade’s birthday was inbetween Christmas and New Year’s Eve and Perrie was swamped with family visits so there was a birthday call, and Perrie had sent her a parcel with a shirt that said girls do it better and Jade snapped her with wearing nothing but the shirt, so that....had been something. She hasn’t seen her since before the break, uni only starts next week, so maybe Harry’s idea isn’t too bad. They already sort of did Louis’ annual birthday bash but no harm in celebrating twice, right? 

Her girl, though. She can’t get quite used to that thought, but at the same time it’s weirdly intoxicating. 

“Alright, good idea,” she agrees after a beat and grabs her coat. At least this will give her the motivation to bullshit her way through the paper a bit quicker. 

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Two days later, she has a flat filled with people, a cup filled with punch and her arms filled with Jade. 

Out of the corner of her eye she can see Nick Grimshaw towering next to Louis, clearly torn between amusement and irritation as Louis wildly gesticulates, re-enacting stories about his siblings. His bright laugh rings through the flat. 

Perrie knows Harry will show up in three minutes tops to possessively wind his arm around Louis’ waist and dimple at Nick in a way that tells him to back off, and usually Perrie would love to watch that happen but right now, her attention is elsewhere. 

Jade has her arms wrapped around her neck, swaying along to the music that’s beating through the speakers, and Perrie can feel her boobs pressed against her own. “Good birthday?” she asks and sips from her punch, careful not to spill it on Jade. They’re in the kitchen, and Perrie thinks it was because she wanted to get more snacks, but her head is a little fuzzy with sticky happiness and alcohol. 

“Mm, yeah.” Jade moves her lips to Perrie’s neck, eyelashes brushing over her skin and a shiver whispers down Perrie’s spine. “Thanks for the party.” Perrie hides her grin in Jade’s shoulder. “Welcome,” she says into her hair. Jade is slightly shorter than her, and Perrie feels a rush of protective affection when Jade steps even closer. 

“Missed you,” Jade tells her then, lips against her earlobe now. “Kind of hated sleeping alone,” she continues, fingers trailing down Perrie’s sides and hooking into the waistband of her skirt. “Missed touching you, too.” 

There is a slow burn under Perrie’s skin everywhere that Jade is pressed against her, every inch of her is thrumming with warmth from Jade’s touch, and she wants to savour this moment of lazy heat that is on the edge between comfortable familiarity and new excitement.  Perrie knocks back the rest of her punch, throws the cup into the general direction of the bin and she tilts her head to kiss Jade; a bit harder than she had intended but if Jade’s grip on her hip and her soft sigh is anything to go by, it is exactly right.

She kisses her, heat coiling in her stomach, hands moving over Jade’s ass to squeeze just the slightest bit. “Missed touching you, too,” she mumbles and Jade laughs, pulling away, a little breathless. Perrie makes a frustrated sound and her hands tighten on Jade; she wants to walk her back into her bedroom and - 

“I’m like, in love with you,” Jade says, blunt and bright, into the space between their lips. “I’m so in love with you.” Perrie feels like a fish on dry land all the sudden, her heart is racing, and all she can do is stare. Her world, no her entire universe, is narrowed down to this kitchen, to the tiles under her bare feet, the smudged eyeliner on Jade’s right eye, and Kanye West blaring from Niall’s bluetooth boxes.  

Before she can process those words, she can hear herself say, “Me, too, what the fuck you can’t just spring that on me, but,” she takes a deep breath, “god, me too.” 

Jade’s grin comes crashing around her like a wave, the world snaps back into focus and then it’s Jade who presses her against the kitchen counter, kissing her heatedly and frantically.

#  “Knock, knock.”

Perrie looks up and groans. “You’re absolutely terrible. Not you, too!”  Louis only grins at her and slumps down next to her onto the sofa, draping his feet over her lap. “You look happy,” he says and pokes a finger into Perrie’s cheek. Perrie bats away his hand, but she can’t help the faint blush. 

Across the room Jade and Harry are doing a somewhat bizarre karaoke version of I Will Survive, yelling into their fake microphones, Niall doubling over with laughter in the background. People have spread out on every available surface; the party is at that point where everyone is either too drunk or too tired to stand anymore.  Perrie curls a little into Louis’ shoulder, catching Jade’s eyes for a brief second. “I think you’re a little too whipped,” she tells him. “Telling knock-knock jokes and shit.” 

She can feel Louis’ laugh vibrating through his chest, and Jade sends her a wink before belting out the chorus again, Harry’s arm around her shoulder, and Perrie is drunk on punch and champagne.

In a bit, she will get up and drag Jade to her bedroom and take off her heels, one by one. She will sloppily drag out at least two orgasms out of her, and she will make her pancakes in the morning. 

But for now, she will linger right here. Just a little longer. 

[harryspolaroid]

Loving you’s the antidote

Jade is struggling to cope with her disabilities when she meets Perrie in group therapy. This is just a lot of self indulgence from a disabled writer.

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I posted “Harvard Girl” to Wattpad

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Would anyone be interested in reading some wedding-inspired Jerrie fic? Like night before the wedding, honeymoon, wedding morning one-shots?

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Jerrie One Shot #4 “Chicken Soup for the Girlfriend’s Soul”

#4 // Chicken Soup for the Girlfriend’s Soul

           “My poor sick babe,” Jade coos. She pushes the bedroom door open, a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup in one hand a bag of cough-drops in the other. Perrie lays in the unmade bed one leg above the sheets the other tucked inside of the duvet – she couldn’t decide if she was too hot or too cold. Perrie’s tired eyes catch Jades and she opens her mouth to say something, but her scratchy, sore throat prevented her words. Jade crosses the room and sits on the side of the bed next to Perrie’s feverish body.

           “Thank you,” Perrie croaks pushing herself up and leaning back against the headboard, taking the bowl from Jade. Steam rises from the bowl and Perrie blows at the surface trying to cool it, sending ripples across the warm liquid. Jade sighs and places the back of her hand against Perrie’s forehead, shocked at how warm she felt. She knew Perrie was sick, but she didn’t expect her to feel this hot.

           “Pez, babe, we should really get you to the doctor” she coaxes, running her fingers down Perrie’s face and across her collarbones, making the blonde smile under Jade’s touch but groan at the thought of making a special trip to the doctor’s office. She absolutely hated going, but she hated Jade worrying about her even more. Perrie shakes her head and takes a spoonful of the soup, the warm liquid stinging the back of her throat as she gulps. She winces and Jade takes notice, her kind smile turning down into a worried frown. Perrie looks up at her with guilty eyes,

           “You’re such a good nurse though; I like it when you take care of me.” Jade couldn’t deny it – she liked taking care of Perrie as well. When Perrie coughed, Jade was there to bring her cough drops, filling her with vitamin c, and making sure that she was comfortable. Most people would resent having to care for someone around the clock, but Jade didn’t mind – she genuinely cares for Perrie, even when she’s stuffy.

           “Fine,” Jade sighs, hitting Perrie’s thigh gently as a cue to scoot over, and settling into the bed next to her not caring whether she’d get sick next. Perrie lets out a wheezy laugh and takes another sip of soup as Jade rests her head against Perrie’s shoulder.

           “Don’t worry, I’ll nurse you when you get sick babe.” They both sit for hours, Perrie’s coughs and sniffles accompanied by the ceiling fan the only sounds between them.

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“Harvard Girl” // A Jerrie Fic Chapter 7- “Close”

Chapter 7– “Close”

           “Can I kiss you?” she asks, her knuckles brushing against my forearm. She drags her fingers up my arm and then back down, the streetlamp we stand under warming up her pale complexion. Her nude lips curl up into a smile as she waits for my reply, not a hint of doubt in her posture, her body still pressed against mine, the cold brick seeping through my jacket.

“Y-yes,” I breathe, moving my hand to her hip, my fingers entangling in the belt loop of her jeans. Without a moment to collect my thoughts, her lips are against mine, her breath warm as she exhales her desires into the kiss. I feel her hands move up my arms and lock behind my neck, her touch relaxing me; I was putty in her hands. Her mouth moves softly against mine, the taste of her mint lip gloss tingling at my chapped lips. Her grip on my arm lightens, a breeze blowing over us, her touch suddenly non-existent. My eyes open as her lips pull away and all I see is her fading away – dissipating with the wind. I reach out for her but she’s gone and I’m alone in the dark, the cold settling into my bones.

I feel my heartbeat accelerate, my breaths turning ragged with anxiety, sweat surfacing on my skin. I jolt awake; the sound of my heavy breathing fills the room. I flick on the light and slow my heart rate with long, deep breaths as I take the familiar décor of my dorm room; realizing I’d been dreaming. I glance over at the calendar on the wall above my desk and then to the clock, Monday morning, 3:41am. I yawn and toss the covers up over my head trying to force myself back to sleep, but I found no solace. My mind was racing with thoughts of Perrie, my body aching for her touch.

I push the covers back down and roll out of bed, goosebumps covering my body as I emerge from four layers of blankets to the cool, air-conditioned room. I slide my glasses onto my nose, everything coming into focus and sift through my drawers grabbing a pair of active pants and an old tee-shirt, quickly dressing myself and stuffing my feet into the pair of tennis-shoes by the door.

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           The campus was still dark, it would be another two hours or so until the sun began to rise, but that didn’t stop me from running. My feet pound against the pavement, music blasting into my ears as I continue running, the dorm building coming into my view. As I approach, I stop at the plaza just in front of the building and place my arms behind my head in an attempt to get as much air as possible into my tired lungs. I pace the plaza, looking up at the building where most of the windows were dark – people still sleeping through the morning but a few were lit, yellow glowing out over the plaza.

           A sharp pain hits in my calf and I cringe, collapsing to grab the pained area. I now sit on the cold ground, trying to rub out the cramp. As I rub circle into my muscle, I continue to gaze up at the building, trying to make out the figure in a window on the first floor; only feet away from where I stood in the plaza. The figure was clearly female, the curves of her body silhouetted against the window, blonde hair dangling down her back. Her back was to the window oblivious to the fact that she had left her curtains drawn back. Her figure was dancing, pulling a shirt up over her head and tossing it to the floor.

           I blush as the girl turns to the side, her facial profile on display along with the curve of her breast. Behind her was a large purple tapestry hanging on the wall. It was Perrie’s room. That woman I’d been intruding on was Perrie. There was a knot in my stomach either from Perrie’s beauty or embarrassment of knowing I’d sort of just become a bit of a peeping-tom.

           I quickly divert my eyes and push myself up from the ground. I pull my headphones out of my ears and stuff my music in the small pocket of my pants and make my way back into the dorms, curious about what on earth Perrie could be doing awake at this hour.

           Back up the elevator and down the hall, I slide my room key through the door and stumble inside kicking my shoes off as I flop onto the bed. 4:37am. I felt gross, gross from sweat and dirt on my skin, guilt on my conscious, and butterflies in my stomach. I sit up, jump down from the bed, and grab my shower caddy from the closet.

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           As I enter the bathroom the automatic lights flick on, I had to admit, being up at this hour did make it easy to get things done. There was no one around, nothing I had to wait on, and no one to interrupt my stream of consciousness. I set my things down on the benches on the opposite wall of the sinks and mirrors, turning around to get a glimpse at my reflection.

           From the outside, all I looked was sweaty, but on the inside I was questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. The door creaks open and I immediately turn around to dig inside of my caddy.

           “Jade?” I look up to find Perrie with no makeup, dressed in a white fluffy robe and flip flops, a sunflower printed shower caddy and towel hung over her arm. My mouth goes dry and I’m frozen. “I didn’t think anyone else was up at this time!” she laughs lightly, walking around and setting her stuff down next to mine.

           “W-what are you doing on the third floor bathrooms?” I ask, my voice shaky. I wasn’t expecting to deal with her when my feelings for her were so intense. She bends over and pulls her hair up into a bun, slipping a headband on.

           “Our bathrooms are closed for maintenance so…” her voice trails off. I just nod. “What are you doing awake?” she asks, curiosity in her eyes.

           My heart skips a beat, my brain running through all the ways she might have caught me staring into her window – but she never accused me, just awaited my response. “Oh, I just couldn’t sleep. So I went out for a run.” There’s a beat of silence. “Mind me asking what you’re doing up so early?”

           “I’ve been awake for a while… studying.” Her eyes flicker to mine and her lips slowly curling up into a smile, like a child awaiting praise. I congratulate her on her dedication and we both laugh, whatever awkwardness I’d been feeling dissipates. “Because guess what?”

           “What?” I ask.

           “Callahan emailed me this morning and offered me a spot in his internship program! I don’t know what you said to him, but it worked! I think I’m back in his good graces!” She exclaims, holding her arms up with pride. I laugh,

           “Perrie, all I did was say that I thought you were smart, you’re the one who’s been doing the work.” She nods and there’s a couple more beats of silence between us. She looks to her shower caddy just sitting and I look down at mine, both of us reminded of why we first came to the bathrooms in the first place.

           “Well…” She picks up her caddy and back walks toward one of the open shower stalls, reaching inside to set her stuff down. I follow her movements, picking up mine and settling on a stall two away from hers. The sound of running water and the fan is the only sound between us for a few minutes. “Hey Jade?” Perrie asks, her voice muffled a bit from all the noise. I close my eyes at the sound of her voice, imagining the curve of her body I’d seen this morning.

           “Yeah?” There’s another quick beat of silence before she speaks up again.

           “You can sing, if you want.”

A/N: Hey, it’s been such a long time since I’ve updated & I am SO sorry for that! There’s no excuse except that I’ve been super busy with school work lately. If you have stuck with this story for this long, I think you’re amazing and I love you. If you’re new to this fic please go back and catch up and I really hope y’all like it! Thank you :) 

x. Shannon

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how would y’all feel if I started another Jerrie fic alongside “Harvard Girl”?