Learning To Cope (Lerrie/ Jerrie)

Chapter 8

Okay but this photo is ADORABLE!

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(Jade's pov)

I woke up and went downstairs to make Perrie breakfast only to find her already downstairs.

"Morning Pez!" I smiled, going over to her to hug her.

"Morning." She smiled, giving me a side hug.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Absolutely terrified." She answered.

"Babe, therapy is supposed to help, you don't need to be scared."

"I am though." She answered.

"I know." I put a hand on her shoulder and she wrapped an arm around my waist. 

"You absolutely promise, everything will be fine?" She asked me.

I nodded. "It will, I promise Pez."

She whined and pushed at my hand so she could lay her head on my shoulder.

I started to run my hand through her hair before I finally pulled away to make myself some breakfast.

"Have you eaten hun?" I asked Perrie, to which she nodded. "Enough?" I questioned. She nodded again and gave me another small smile.

"You worry a lot Jadey."

I shrugged, I couldn't exactly stop it.

(Later)

I was driving us to the therapy sessions we were both going to have.

Perrie tried to keep a hold of my hand the entire time.

When we stopped at some traffic lights I glanced over at her.

She was biting her bottom lip and a staring at her nails like they were extremely interesting to her and I sighed. "Oh Pezza."

I rubbed her shoulder again before the lights turned green.

When we got there, we had to go to two separate rooms as it's completely confidential and Perrie hugged me so tightly before I wondered if she was ever going to let go. 

When she finally pulled away she gave me a weak smile. "See you soon Jadey."

"See you later babes." I entered the room and immediately spotted a woman.

I walked over to where she was and sat opposite her.

She had a kind face, glasses and blonde hair.

"Jade, is it?" She asked.

I smiled. "Yes."

"Okay I'm Elena. So do you want to talk about your life recently?"

I let out a heavy sigh that I didn't realize I was holding in, but I nodded again, took a deep breath, and started.

(Perrie's pov)

I glared at the man sitting opposite me.

"So, do you want to talk about how you've felt?"

"No." I snapped.

"Look, you came here and I'm trying to help so it would be good if you could cooperate." He said, clearly getting a little annoyed with me now, but not removing the annoying, pitying smile from his face.

I was fed up of being pitied. All it did was remind me that Leigh wasn't here. I didn't want to cooperate, the pain was still raw. It still hurt and I didn't want to talk about it. Not to him at least, a complete stranger.