perrie exact


There must be a book about this ?? what to do when your friend turns into a big pinkish cat ?

Thank you ! It was a good excuse for me to draw Peregrïn’s cat form. She has a reflex of turning into it when she’s startled. Even when not in battle. Like… don’t wake her up with big noises and stuff.

The suggestion was Peregrïn protecting Khadgar, which is something she would 100% do so I agree with this idea >v<
I still want to point out that at this age they’re pretty much equals, as far as I know, she’s not stronger.
And they do stand up for one another. Even when they were young friends, just two kids, different yet somehow similar.


These are some of Jesy’s exact lip products that I could find that she’s worn either by themselves or combined:

Lipsticks: MAC Morange, MAC Lady Danger, Little Mix by Collection Jesy’s LipstickBarry M Coral Lip Paint, Barry M Shocking Pink Lip PaintIllamasqua Obey, Illamasqua Box.

Lip Lacquer/Lip gloss: NARS Chelsea Girl lip lacquerLimecrime Velvetines in Seudeberry, Little Mix by Collection Perrie’s lip gloss, Little Mix by Collection Clear lip gloss.

Lip Crayons/ Lip Pencils: NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in CruellaLord and Berry Lipstick Crayon in BlushBarry M Red lip pencil, Mac Cherry lip pencil, MAC Stripdown lip pencil, Urban Decay 24/7 Glide On lip pencil in Naked2, Urban Decay 24/7 Glide On lip pencil in Deep.


Just because you were newly married didn’t mean you two couldn’t have fun. And tonight, that’s exactly what you intended to do. It was Zayn’s birthday, his 25th to be exact and Perrie was throwing him a surprise birthday bash at one of London’s hottest clubs. It had been a while since you’d last gone to a club, especially with Harry. Most of the time, he’d have a little too much to drink and you’d have to keep him down on the seat next to you to have him settle. But the lusty look in his eyes would have you melted into the palm of his hand and he’d drag you to the dance floor; his body pressed to yours, his hands on the small of your back sliding just a little too far down, and the closeness of your faces.

You looked back at him, his tall body standing in the bathroom doorway as he tried to slide his jeans on. He took a breath when they finally fit snuggly around his waist and his eyes met yours, catching the smirk on your face.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and went to grab the shirt he had picked up off of the bed. You laughed and shook your head, digging through your own closet.

“I don’t know what to wear,” you shot him a pout and he laughed, clearly amused.

“You? My lovely wife, whose closet is going to collapse from so many dresses, doesn’t have anything to wear?” He smirked and made his way over to you. Hitting his arm playfully, you laughed before turning back to the racks in front of you. His arms snaked around your waist, his lips finding their place on your neck.

“Wear anything, babe. You look beautiful in every single thing.” You felt your heart melt and you relaxed back into his chest, a smile on your face.

“I love you.” It came out as a whisper. You felt his lips curve into a smile against your neck and he planted a soft kiss to it.

“I love you too. Now hurry and pick something before we’re late.” He playfully slapped your bum before rushing off so you couldn’t hit him. “I like that little red dress I bought for you!” He yelled out from the bathroom, beginning to work on his hair. Rolling your eyes, you dug through the closet to pull out the dress he’d mentioned. You held it out in front of you and scanned your eyes over it. It was a decent dress, something you figured would fit the event for tonight. Sliding out of your pajamas, you’d managed to slip on the dress; it’s material instantly clinging to your curves. Making your way over to the mirror, you turned and examined it from behind; the dip on the back falling to the small of your back and it stopped in the middle of your thighs.

“Hey babe?” You called out, your eyes still examining the dress on your body in the mirror.

“Hm?” He hummed, his fingers making their way through his hair to give it the messy look he loved sporting.

“Does this…make me look fat?” You looked back at him, his head instantly peeking out of the bathroom. He narrowed his eyes, you watched as they fell along your body from head to toe, before he shook his head.

“You’re joking, right?” You heard the sink turn on and he quickly dried his hands off with a nearby towel. He made his way to the bed, sitting on the end, and held his hand out to you. Quickly taking it, he pulled you between his legs, his hands landing on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned. His height now matched with yours as he sat down, he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “And I wouldn’t imagine my life with anybody else. Stop trying to put yourself down, okay?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and couldn’t help but smile.



45 minutes later, you were both ready to go. Looking in the mirror one last time, you ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at the black heels that gave you some height.

“Babe, come on! Niall’s here!” Harry yelled from the bottom of the stairs, earning an eye roll from you.

“I’m coming!” You yelled back and grabbing your clutch off of the bed before making your way down the hall and towards the staircase. His eyes watched your legs as you took each step one by one, the smirk on his face growing bigger and bigger.

“You’re such a pervert,” you mumbled before reaching the bottom step. He laughed, his hand intertwining with yours, and leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too, baby.” He grabbed his keys off of the foyer table and made his way out to the car with you. Already sitting in the backseat, Niall was on his phone laughing at whatever he thought was funny. Whenever you went out to things like this, Niall made sure he rode with you both because he always seemed to end up completely wasted. Opening up the passenger door, he helped you slide in before making his way around and into his own seat. Revving the engine, he shot you a smile and made his way down the busy London roads.


“Aye! The newlyweds are here!” Louis yelled out from the VIP section closed off on the second floor. You laughed and looked up at your husband, his arm sliding around your shoulders.

“Hi, Louis.” You smiled and sat on the white leather couch, the coldness from it sending chills up your spine. You greeted everyone else and watched as Harry leaned into the waitress to order a couple of drinks before he sat down next to you. “Not too much, right baby?” You said into his ear over the loud music. He grinned and nodded, his eyes having a playful side to them.

“Of course, my love.” You knew he’d end up getting carried away and you’d be the one to drive home; it was his best mate’s birthday after all. You leaned into him and smiled, joking around as everyone else began to join the rest of you.

“He’s almost here!” Liam called out, his phone in his hand. You scurried to a corner near the bar clutching on to Harry’s hand so you didn’t trip over your own feet. He stood behind you, his arms snaking around you waist and pulling you to his chest. The music’s volume began to decrease and everyone was hushing one another. A blindfolded Zayn made his way into the lounge with Perrie holding his hand tight.

“Alright, babe. Go ahead and take it off.” She smiled and watched as he reached behind his head to pull the bandana off.

“Surprise!” Everyone yelled out in unison. Zayn scanned the room, breaking out into a smile immediately. You watched as he leaned down to say something into Perrie’s ear before he kissed her lips.

“Aw, how cute.” Harry joked from behind you, his chin resting on your head as he let out a laugh. Laughing, you softly elbowed him and turned to face him.

“Be nice, mister.” He laughed again, his hands splaying on your back.

“I am being nice, missus.” He leaned down to peck your lips and he looked up to eye the waiter with his drinks. “Over here!” You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek softly.

“I’m going over to the girls,” you stated as he grabbed the drinks off of the tray. He turned his eyes back to you and nodded.

“Okay, but you’re dancing with me once I’m a little tipsy.” You laughed and nodded, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“Behave.” You hurried off to join the rest of the girls in a corner to begin the night.

“So how’s the married life?” Eleanor yelled over the music. You laughed and shrugged.

“It’s nice,” was all you managed to say. “Weird to call him my husband though.” The rest of them laughed and leaned over to look at Harry, some of Perrie’s friends admiring for a bit too long. You watched him; the way he laughed when an already drunk Niall told pointless stories, the way his fingers pushed his hair out of his eyes, and the way he shot a wink in your direction when he caught you staring. You blushed and quickly looked away, shaking your head.

“Aw, he still makes you blush!” Perrie laughed and leaned against the wall with a smile on her face. The heat in your cheeks remained only this time growing warmer.

“Shut up,” you laughed and took a sip of the alcoholic drink in your hand. You tried to keep it at a minimum, knowing you’d probably have to drive two drunken boys home tonight.

“Are we going to go dance or what?” An eager pal of Perrie’s shrieked out with a grin on her face.

“Let’s do it!” Perrie yelled back and grabbed your hand, leading you downstairs to the dance floor with the rest of the girls following behind. They all huddled together, their hips beginning to sway to the sound of the music before you quickly joined. A couple of giggles and drinks passed along, you found yourself having a good time. They downed a couple more before they excused themselves for a few seconds to rush to the bathroom, leaving you to dance alone on the floor.

You felt a warm heat from behind you and turned around to be faced with an unfamiliar man. Sure, you’d seen him a couple of times in the tabloids but you’d never been face to face with him. You watched as his eyes danced along your body and you suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.

“Can I help you?” You yelled over the loud music so he could hear. He leaned in close, his lips almost pressed to your ear and you could smell the alcohol lingering on his breath.

“Just trying to have a dance, baby girl.” His hand fell to your waist and pulled you to his chest, a gasp escaping your lips.

“My husband’s upstairs.” You tried to pull his hand off and looked up at him. “Let go of me.” You spat out.

“Your husband?” He laughed. “You mean that curly haired punk?”


He was leaning against the balcony upstairs, his eyes scanning the crowd on the dance floor looking for you. He watched the girls weave their way in and out of people before disappearing into the bathroom, but you weren’t in sight. He squinted his eyes, hoping it’d clear up his sight from the alcohol, as he scanned the crowd once more. He felt the color drain from his face when he saw another man’s hands on you. His fingers were gripping the cup in his hand as he continued to watch, his blood boiling.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled when he continued to watch. He saw you try to remove the man’s hand and when he didn’t budge, Harry had enough. He quickly stormed towards the stairs and made his way down, pushing through the crowd towards you.


“You mean that curly haired punk?” A glum smirk was plastered on his face as he continued to eye you in the skin tight dress.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The all too familiar voice came from behind him. His hand slowly released you with an eye roll before turning to your husband.

“I’m trying to dance,” he took a step closer to him. “Is there a problem?” You watched Harry took a step as well, his face red with anger.

“Yeah, there is. That’s my wife,” he spat out. Alcohol and an angry Harry was never a safe mix. His eyes went dark and his fists clenched, ready to take a swing at any second. You quickly rushed to his side, stepping in between and looking at him.

“Harry, baby, just ignore him.” You tried to calm him down, your palms pressed to his chest trying to get his attention.

“Move out of the way, babe. Go back upstairs,” he growled and pushed you behind him softly.

“Yeah, go back upstairs, sweetheart. Let us handle this like real men. I mean, that’s if your little pop princess can handle it.” The older man spat back, his voice taunting Harry. You watched as Harry’s breathing got heavier and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He was fuming by this point. You began to panic and you looked around, your eyes locking with Liam’s up in the balcony. You shot him a pleading look before turning back to Harry, the man grabbing him by the shirt as well.

“H-Harry, please stop.” Your voice was shaking now. The crowd began to form around you and you tried to take a step closer to him before you felt warm arms grab you by the waist.

“Go back upstairs, we’ll handle this.” Liam quickly said before looking at you. You turned and saw the rest of the boys rushing towards your husband.

“Liam, stop him! Get him out of there!” You yelled before Eleanor and Perrie tried to drag you back to the stairs. You watched as it intensified before the boys interfered, quickly pulling Harry away from the man and making him let go of the grasp he had on him. You felt the tears spring to your eyes and watched as the bouncers came through as well, pulling both of them apart and dragging the man towards the entrance.

“He’s okay,” Perrie tried to calm you down as she took you back upstairs to the lounge. You turned your head, watching as the boys were dragging him back up the stairs behind you. You noticed him swiping at his lips before looking down at them and you realized he was bleeding.

“H-He’s hurt,” you felt your heart sink and watched as he made his way up the stairs. You quickly made your way to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, letting a tear fall down your cheek.

“You should head home, we’ll take care of things back here.” Louis came up to you and squeezed your shoulder. “Clean him up and get him in bed.”

“I’m fine,” Harry mumbled and looked at you. “Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him, I swear I’ll kill him.” You quickly shook your head, your hands cupping his face.

“You’ve done enough, Harry. Come on,” you took his hand in yours before giving a small wave to everyone and making your way towards the entrance. “Give me the keys.”

“I’m driving.” He stated daringly.

“Over my dead body.” You reached into his pocket and grabbed the key before helping him stumble into the passenger. After making your way around and climbing in, you revved the engine and made the drive home.


“Why didn’t you just let me handle it?” He looked up at you as you wiped away some of the blood on his lip. You had settled him on to a stool and shook your head.

“Because I don’t want you getting hurt. I don’t want you getting hurt over something so stupid. I don’t want you getting hurt all because some asshole didn’t know how to control himself,” you sighed softly. “I only wanted to have a good night with you.” You watched his eyes sober up a bit and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m not hurt, baby.”

“You’re bleeding, Harry. I can’t stand when you’re like this.” You continued to dab at his lip. He grabbed your hand, stopping you, and pulled you between his legs.

“Hey, I’m okay, my love. I’m fine,” he whispered soothingly. “I just,” he sighed. “When I saw his hands on you, I lost it. I wanted to kill him right then and there because I saw the look on your face.” He rubbed his face and shook his head. “When we got married, I vowed I’d do whatever I can do and more to keep you safe. That’s what I was doing tonight; keeping you safe.” You felt your heart flutter and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You don’t have to fight to keep me safe, Harry.”

“I fight because I don’t want anyone to take you from me. You’re my wife, you’re mine.” The grip on your hips tightened and you blushed, leaning down to kiss his nose.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone taking me from you,” you whispered, your forehead pressed against his. “I’ll always be yours.”

There you go, darlings! Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you and everyone else enjoys! Also, I’m not sure I’ll be able to post a new one shot until this Friday because I have a few university things going on this week, but I promise I’ll try my best! Leave me some feedback and let me know what you think! Don’t be afraid to drop by my ask for anything else as well! Love you, dolls. 

Anna x 

On the shipping front, I’ve always maintained that the Bawson action fell mostly on Mike. Ginny may have had a crush on him, but the majority of the season it has been Mike with the lingering looks, the meddling, initiating late night phone-calls, the sincere moments, and let us not get into the long list of things he knows about Ginny from studying her a bit too long; a list he added on to.

All I’m saying is, maybe people wouldn’t ship Bawson so much if Mike didn’t look at his rookie like she hung the moon. So, by the time we got to the intimacy of their bar scene, and of course the tension between them in their near-kiss final moment, it felt well earned. Even if you aren’t a shipper.

And some moment that was, wasn’t it?

I liked their almost kiss, because somewhere between Mike’s speech about Grape Soda, Cilantro, and Katy Perry, and that exact moment, Mike knew he had feelings for Ginny. And he spent the time in between being genuinely sincere, pushing her away and shutting her out, or making confessions shrouded in light-hearted humor and banter, to that fact.

I also loved the way they physically stepped back the second they got the news that the trade fell through. Both of them, immediately putting as much distance between them as possible. It was awkward and yet, not.

I’m dying to see where they go from here. Will they avoid each other for a bit? Neither of them are the type to talk things out much.

—  TV Fanatic