Little Mix/ Y/N imagines And Preferences (Completed)

Preference: A mental disorder you have suffered with

(This one contains some sensitive topics so viewer discretion is advised. And before you say anything, I do not intend to offend anyone with a mental disorder.)

Perrie: Severe Depression
It all started when your mam passed in a car accident when you were 14 years old. No matter what you do, you just cannot make yourself feel happy anymore. Luckily, Perrie is always there for you and always supports you and cares for you
"Hey, gorgeous. How you feeling this morning" She walks into the bedroom and sits down on the bed.
"I'm fine" You lie but Perrie sees right through you.
"Baby, tell me the truth. How are you actually feeling this morning?" She asks again, gently whilst rubbing your hand softly.
"I've been better" You tell her honestly.
"Is there anything that I could do to make you feel a bit better, sweetheart?" She asks calmly and you shake your head.
"I just kinda need some alone time right now. Sorry" You admit and Perrie kisses your cheek and walks out the room. You know how much she loves you and that she'll never leave your side.

Jesy: ADHD (I have this one)
You got diagnosed as a young child and never took your medication for it. Your school performance really suffered and you didn't come out of school with the degrees that you wanted. Then you met Jesy who made your days brighter immediately, Jesy has never minded about your diagnosis and says that your attentiveness was sometimes adorable.

Y/N's POV:
I'm just sitting in the living room with Jesy as she is talking to me about her long and rough day but being the great girlfriend that I am, I am not listening to what she's saying as I'm more focused on the clock's hands.
"I mean so lik-" She cuts off when she notices me zoned out big time. She shakes my shoulder lightly.
"Hey, love. You zoned out again." She tells me and I get a little nervous. "But it's nothing to worry about, darling. You wanna tell me about your day?" She asks me and I begin to explain what happened to me.

Jade: Anorexia Nervosa

You were constantly compared to the other kids at your school by your parents and teachers for your larger stature. It has gotten so bad that you have recently not been eating extremely little. You were currently sitting at the dinner table with Jade.
"Princess, are you alright? You've barely rouched your food. I thought that curry was your favour-" You cut her off.
"I'm not hungry" You say
"You haven't eaten much today." She tells me a little concerned. She then begin to notice your very thin stature.
"Baby, look at me" She says calmly. You look up at her slowly. "Are you having issues with your body?"
You nod very slowly, your eyes begin to water.
"Do you feel sick at all because you feel uncomfortably full?" She asks. You shake your head.
"Do you think that you are really fat" She asks calmly. You nod. "Baby, you are far from fat, you are the most beautiful person in my life. You are such a lovely person. I'm just a little worried that you may have anorexia. I know what it's like, I've been through it personally." She says calmly. "I'm here for you" She rubs my arm gently.

Leigh-Anne: Self-Harming Issues
You are just sitting in this c*ap hotel room, Leigh's gone out shopping. All you can hear is the sound of the creaking kitchen sink, it smell horrible in there. But since there was nowhere else around at this timeat night, it's better than nothing. Lately, you have beem feeling extremely depressed
You walk into the disgusting bathroom, mould on the walls, another creaky sink and a broken shower. You reach into the opened bathroom cabinet for your razor, sit down on the floor and begin to cut your arms. You begin to feel something other than numbness. Then you begin to hear the front door unlock, you quickly wrap your arm in a bandage and pull your sleeve up. You head into the main part of the hotel room and see Leigh standing there with a big smile and hands full of shopping bags.
"Hey, beautiful" She says cheerfully.
"Hey" you say quietly.
"Are you alright, baby?" She asks after noticing your tone of voice. She begins to notice the bandage on your arm, you realise her staring and pull up your sleeve "What's that on your arm?"
"I-it's nothing" you stammer. "Don't worry about me".
"Baby, are you okay?" She asks as she begins to walk towards you slowly. You begin to walk backwards very scared.
"Baby, you can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you." She notices how terrified you were. She stops walking towards you.
"I'm fine, Leigh-Anne." You tell her.
"Why is your arm in a bandage?" She questions and a few tears roll down my right cheek as I realise that I'm not gonna be able to keep this to myself. I roll my shirt sleeve up and unwravel the bandages. "Please don't get mad at me!"
Leigh walked over and saw how many cuts that were on your arms. "Baby, why are you doing this?" She asks.
"I guess it's a mixture of severe depression and that lots of people on Twitter have been saying I'm not good enough for you" you admit honestly.
"Who's been saying that to you, I swear I will rip their heads off" Leigh says. "But onto more important things, now first thing: I'm not upset with you, I am a little shocked. And number two: Remember that I'm always here for you. Now follow me." She leads you into the bedroom and walks in with a bottle of water  and fresh bandages. "This may sting a little, baby" She warns before she carefully cleans your wounds before wrapping them in bandages.
"I'm sorry that I did this, Leigh." You tell her and lower your head.
"Hey" She says as she lifts your chin slightly "Don't apologise to me. As long as you are okay now. I'm glad you had the courage to tell me about these. You are so bloody gorgeous. I can't explain." She kisses my forehead.