Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

We're Always Here For You

⚠️Mentions of Suicide and Self-Harm⚠️

Hi, I'm Arianna Gracelyn Thirlwall-Edwards but Ari for short, I'm 13 years old. My parents are Jade Thirlwall and Perrie Edwards.

Perrie's POV: Our daughter hasn't been speaking for the last week and I'm growing very concerned about her. This ain't my bubbly and sweet pea that I've known for 13 years, so something obviously must be up.
"Hey, babe?" I say to my fiancée, who's making coffee.
"What is it, love?" She replies, her back still turned.
"Can I talk to you, please?" I ask, looking at her "It's really serious." She turns around and raises her eyebrow, suspiciously before inquiring "It's not about me, is it?" I shake my head and tell her "It's about Ari". She signals me to continue, probably not understanding what I am on about.
"I'm really worried about her, Jade. She's been so silent for the last week and barely been out her room." I tell her, concern reigning in my vocals. "I think there's something very serious going on with her"

"I thought it was just me who was paranoid" She responds, chuckling. "But yeah, I'd have to agree with you. There is definitely something going on". I then remember "If this is what's getting her down, then 10/1 she won't wanna talk about it."
"We have to try, Pez." Jade replies, frowning slightly. I agree and we decide to head up to her bedroom.

"Baby girl, can we talk?" I ask through the door. No answer comes from the other side of the door.

Ari's POV: My mind isn't my friend right now, I draw my knees to my chest, burying my head in them, tearing up. I am so overwhelmed with emotion and distress that I can't hear nothing but the demonic monster in my head. I just want my mammies comfort but I can't get myself to leave my bed.
"Baby girl, can we talk?" I hear mammy ask me through the door, muffled. I use up all of my energy to get my ass off the bed and over to the door. I let them in and get back into bed.
"Hey, love bug." Mama greets me, sweetly. "Me and mammy have noticed you not being too happy lately. Is there anything going on?" I try to get a answer out but my voice pains so I just burst into tears again.
Mama grabs a notepad and a pen and hands them to me before telling me, softly "You write down your answer and then hand me it."

I write down "I'm just not feeling good mentally. There's a monster in my head controlling my thoughts and emotions. Sometimes I can't think of anything else except killing myself. I have a couple scars on my arm from the time the horrible monster told me to slit my wrist, I couldn't stop it!" I then hand it to them and they begin to read it. I pull at my hoodie sleeves, nervously, 10/1 they are gonna be pissed off. But surprisingly, they put the notepad down and mammy tells me "It's gonna be alright, honey. Can you show me where you've cut?" I hesitantly pull up my sleeves, revealing my arm covered in bruises, scars, fresh cuts and scratches. Mama ever so lightly touches my arm, observing it carefully.

"Princess, I hate that you're doing this to yourself, and what I'm hearing, this obviously is a very serious issue and it's not self-inflicted. You promise me, next time you feel like doing this towards yourself, I want you to find me or mammy and tell us immediately" Mama tells me sternly but very softly. I nod, pulling my sleeve back and leaning back on my bed.

Jade's POV: She smiles weakly at the two of us, but then it disappears and her head faces downward.
"Hey, princess. Everything is gonna be okay, me and mammy aren't going anywhere." I comfort her, lifting her chin with my finger. This is for sure gonna be a long journey back to our daughter's happiness but me and my fiancee are looking towards each improvement and the days counting down till we get our bubbly princess is back.

1 year passes Ari's POV: It's been a full year since that day and as I sit here in this counsellor's office, my mind takes me back to one terrifying night where my suicidal thoughts were nearly acted upon but mammy stopped me last second.
"So, Ari. You have been improving significantly and I am extremely proud of you" Beth, my counsellor tells me, a massive smile on her face. "Now, is there anything else you'd like to tell me?" I sit up and respond, slightly smiling "Nope, we've got it all out"

Perrie's POV: Hopefully today will be the last therapy session for our baby girl. Then we see our now 14 year old daughter walking out looking significantly more joyful, she gets into the car.
"Hey, sweetheart. How was it?" Jade asks her.
"Amazing, I think I'm doing a lot better than last year." She replies before leaning forward and giving me and Jade kisses on the cheeks. Jade just grins, giving her a little tickle, causing us to hear the noise that we haven't heard for ages, the gorgeous sound of our daughter laughing.
"I love you, Mrs. Edwards" I tell my wife, smiling at her.
"Love you more, darlin' " She responds, looking me in the eye before driving off a happy family

A happy family of 4 as I look back and see the newest addition, Baby Lily April Edwards.