Lovesick | JERRIE

5.

Perrie painfully rolled into her own bed. Her head was still pulsing with last night's anguish and now was displaying soreness on her body.

She forced herself into sleep again. At least to restrain Alex just a little more from her thoughts but even with the try, his name reappeared. And her mind started running wildly once more, waking up the rest of the blood cells.

"Bloody hell." Perrie's sense of smell was definitely not working, but she knew her skin and clothes were stinking of alcohol and sweat.

After all, she lived alone in a huge ass penthouse, she didn't need to dress up for anyone. Just now, Pez realized she was still wearing the jeans and the tee from last night.

Reluctantly her legs swung out of bed. Her heavy eyelids fluttered, still tired. It was not the first, nor the last morning she would feel like a total crap.

The cold shower water bashed against her naked body. Activating the last sleepy molecules. For a moment her mind accepted the world again.

She quickly stepped out in the middle of her shower to call her assistant.

"Hey, Danielle, what's the schedule for today?" she asked; wiping the dripping water from her face.

"Look who decided to take some interest in her work." the woman exclaimed from the other side of the line.

Perrie had been on a short spontaneous vacation for few days but being in front of the camera was keeping her bizarrely sane.

"I asked you something." her voice was nonchalant as always.

"Only the photoshoot."

"What photoshoot, honey? This ain't speaking things to me. Your fucking job is to tell me exactly what's happening." Perrie coldly scolded her.

"Perrie, if you were sober for one hour you could remember without my help that you are appointed for Elle Magazine since September." Danielle was friends with the blonde, so any formalities were unnecessary.

"Send the address to my driver." Perrie ignored the rest of the words and hung up.

Returning to the shower. Why they suddenly bothered about her? When Pez needed help the most where were they? The darkest times of her life became visible again. When all she could do was to sit on the floor and bury her head between her knees; hyperventilating and trying to not faint.

Perrie wrapped the bathrobe around her skinny body. Propping on the sink and blinking a few times until her vision cleared enough to reveal her reflection in the mirror. Puffy eyes with dark circles around stared in return. As if she hadn't slept for ages.

As in fast forward she closed her eyelids and when opened them again... here she was. The shining Perrie Edwards dressed in expensive clothes for her photoshoot.

"You look stunning." her make up artist assured once the last touch up was done.

Perrie examined herself just as she did in the morning. Cold blue voids gaped accusingly. The person who she hurt the most looked back from the mirror; cursing her for all the sleepless nights with these cheap girls.

Although, it didn't stop her from going to the club again. Once she came back home and took another refreshing shower, the habit was calling. Without thinking, as if it was only an instinct, she sat on her usual place on the bar.

"Hello again." the girl from last night... Lucy, right?

Perrie didn't pay her attention. Motioning to the barman to dilute her drink with some dope. He glanced sideways, cracking a pill into the liquid.