She's had enough of it.
And yet she can't say no. She can't stop and... she just keeps on coming back for more.
More, more, more and more until eventually, she breaks.
Until eventually, everytime that she asks for more, Perrie had no more to give.
She lies in bed, all spent up as the effects of the prescriptions they took beforehand begin to dissipate, she turns to Jade, seeing the way her messy hair stick to her sweaty face, her eyes just about to close, "I think you should go home."
The blonde understands, she nods her head as she takes her clothes from the floor, changing just in front of the brunette, "My place next week, yeah?" She mumbles, the same old conversation repeating when Jade sighs, barely being able to sit upright as she shook off the effects, "We can't. We agreed to help Leigh-Anne shop."
"We could always say no." The younger Geordie suggests, only to be shut down by her band member rather instantly, "We can't keep getting high, Perrie. It's going to ruin our voices."
"Not even a drink?"
"Not even a drink."
Deciding not to push the conversation further, she nods her head, buttoning her jeans, "Okay."
"I'll see you, Perrie."
"Goodbye, Jade."
And she leaves. Not even taking a single look back as she taps her fingers along the girl's apartment door, putting her hood up and making sure to change her walk as she hails a cab, careful not to alert any paps.
This... this.
It all started when she was heartbroken five years ago. She got high, called Jade, knocked in her room and, well, this happened.
They only ever call each other when they're high, when they're drunk or when they're desperate. The latter only happened once but, they never called each other unless they needed to for work or if they just needed it.
"Where to?" The cab driver asks as Perrie settles herself in the back of the car, she clears her throat, thinking of the places she could be at right now she just needed to get away, even from her own home.
"Will you drive around London for me, chap? I'll pay." She asks, taking a mint from her bag as the smell of well, weed, bounces back from her mask, the driver chuckles, "Need to get away, huh?"
Shifting in her seat, she nods her head, looking outside the pretty lights, "Basically, yeah."
"How long do you need me to drive?"
"Just until I get my mind off things." She answers, the driver nods, "Okay."
He then turns up the volume of the radio, something she's drowned out for the next seven minutes and forty-nine seconds until she's heard a familiar voice ringing through her ears.
She tries to brown it out again, naturally, if she's really desperate, she could, but somehow she finds herself involuntarily singing along. And it pains her so much considering that... it's their song.
"You know that song by heart, huh? Special to you?" The man in front asks her and Perrie chuckles, scratching the back of her neck, "Very."
"I know you shouldn't be taking advice from cab drivers but why are you getting your mind off things? Shouldn't you be facing them head on?"
"I could but it's not that easy. It's complicated." She answers, not hesitating to give him her thoughts because what else is she going to lose anyway? It's not like this man knows her. And if he does, they're not going to take his word, right?
