DEDICATED TO U _dooa_
"Do we have to actually drag you out of your house?" Perrie huffs as she stares at their hungover bandmate, Jade tuts, shaking her head in dismay while she leans her head on the taller Geordie, "This is our fault, ain't it?"
"Ours? She chose to take seven consecutive shots before actually downing the entire bottle!" She growls, actually a tad disappointed in their now oldest member as she crosses her arms above her chest, Jade sighs, "Way to blame the victim, Pez."
"What?"
Just mere seconds before the couple could argue, Leigh-Anne decides to sit up, fingers furiously rubbing her temples as she groans, eyes closed to shield herself from the sun, the two watching her in both disappointment and wary.
"Good morning." Perrie whispers, a bit hesitant to approach the girl and somehow regretting her previous words as Jade clung on her arm, Leigh-Anne glares at her, "Don't you ever blame me for drinking. You know that—"
"It's not your fault. I know. I'm sorry." The youngest girl cuts her off, it's been always like this recently and— and it's draining. Not just on Leigh-Anne but to the two of them as well.
And look, the both of them try their hardest to cope with the other girl, they really tried because at some point, the both of them needed to cope as well. It wasn't just her who was affected by this sudden change, it was all three of them. They needed to cope.
Leigh just had it worse.
They understood why, they understood how, but they still can't wrap their head around to why it reached this point.
"Exactly. It's her bloody fault." She scoffs, rolling her eyes as Jade stood there, seeing right through her.
She was her best friend. She knew the lies beneath that hard facade. She knew her. She'd never blame anyone else, let alone her, yet here they are.
"Would you like a cup of tea? Perrie and I got you some on the way over." Jade mutters, trying to cut through the tension as Leigh looks up at her, gaze softening, nodding her head with a tiny, "Yeah."
She was hurt. She was wounded. Badly. And no amount of persuasion would push her to be treated.
The smaller Geordie hands her the cup, leaving her alone as the two Northerners resolved their own issues. Alone with her thoughts, she stares at the window outside, seeing the trees bloom and the grass to turn greener.
Chuckling, she realizes, the grass truly is greener on the other side. Literally.
But she refuses to go to that other side and not because she wanted to wallow in sadness— no. Her body, her mind, her heart, it won't let her cross.
What started off as something that was taking a toll on her mind was now taking a toll on her physically and there was no way to stop it.
It was so bad that at this point, Jade and Perrie had to stay with her and basically babysit her.
Minutes passed before she actually stood up, willed herself to take a bath and headed downstairs where she saw the two Geordies, asleep in each other's arms.
Jade's head was tucked beneath Perrie's chin, her hand above the taller girl's chest as Perrie's arm was wrapped around the tiny girl's waist.
At some point, she envies them.
Which she knows she shouldn't do but—
She always noticed how Perrie would actually adjust the hem of Jade's shirt or tie her shoes when it's untied during interviews, how she would unconsciously smile when she hears Jade talk or when she hears her voice on the radio.
