Daddy's Girls (OT4/You G!P)

31: "Are you nasty?"

Jesy and I kept what we did on the down low for two months now.

We agreed to keep it a secret and never to speak of it. But I sure do think about it a lot. Especially when I'm watching them rehearse; all I could think about was taking the older woman against the mirror.

But we only did it that one time.

Right now, I'm on my way to Perrie's with wine, snacks, and movie ideas.

Her ex-fiancé broke up with her earlier this week while I was in the States visiting my family. She told me to come keep her company since she doesn't want to be alone at the moment.

When I pulled up to her house, I noticed how dark it was.

I send her a text saying I'm outside.

A part of me wants to have a little chat with Mr. Malik, but I gotta be there for my friend first. A minute later, i get a message saying that the door was opened.

I grab the bags of snacks and the wine bottle before stepping out of my car. The night was cool and breezy, making me wish I wore a thicker jacket.

I hurry to the front door and let myself into the warm home. I kick my shoes off at the door after closing it.

"Perrie? Where are you?" I call out while heading to the living room. "Up here," says a weak voice from upstairs.

She sounds so heartbroken.

I proceed up the stairs with the treats. Her bedroom was the first door on the left and inside, I saw her curled up in an oversized button up shirt. She looks at me with damp bloodshot eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," she croaks out.

I set everything down on the foot of her bed before sitting next to her. "How are you feeling, love?" I ask softly, smoothing some unruly, blonde waves back.

She doesn't say anything, just gives a slight shrug. "I brought Pringles," I sing, hoping to get a smile. "What kind?"

"I got original, BBQ, cheddar—,"

"Can you just lay here with me and be my big spoon, please?" She asks in a tone that nearly broke my heart. "Yeah, whatever you want," I say and she makes room for me; though, I don't make a move.

"You need to change. I know that's his shirt." She looks down at her attire then to me. "Do I have to?"

Her sad expression makes me sigh, "You need to get rid of him, starting now." I start looking around her drawers for some clothes. I settle on a cami and silk shorts.

"Here, put these on," I hand her the clothes as she reluctantly sits up. "But—," "No, buts. Change now or I'm going home," I say sternly and she grabs onto my arm. "No, don't leave me," she whimpers and it saddened me.

Though, it sounded so cute in her Geordie accent.

"Then change," I urge. She hesitantly takes the clothes, but makes no other movements. I take that as my cue to turn around to give her some privacy.

After a few moments of waiting, she lets me turn back around. I smile at her, "That's better." I then take the shirt and threw it out of sight. I've learned throughout the time I've gotten to know the women, I pick up on certain things.

For instance, Perrie's an 'outta sight, outta mind' type of girl, so as long as we keep her off social media, we should be good.

They have an interview tomorrow, and I pray to Goddess that they don't bring up that dude.