Little Mix Imagines!

Scars (Leighade)

(Jade's pov)

I groaned as the early morning sun hit my eyes.

I carefully got out of bed being careful not to wake my girlfriend, sleeping soundly beside me.

I surveyed my reflection in the mirror, frowning when I saw the scars marking my shoulder blades. I rolled my eyes, wishing the weren't the only thing I saw. My biggest flaw. 

Then I heard and saw Leigh start to stir and I panicked pulling a hoodie on to cover them.

"Good morning my love." I cooed, kissing her forhead.

It's not a good morning if you're not next to me." She pouted, reaching up to me. "Why are you up anyway, it's like, 6 in the morning."

I leant down and hugged her, chuckling. "It's actually 9 but close enough babe. And as much as I would love to stay here with you, unfortunately my boss insists that I start work at nine and I'm already late." I twisted a strand of her hair round my finger, admiring her, because as creepy as that sounded, she was so goddamn beautiful that I found myself slipping into an almost trancelike state as a result of her beauty almost daily.

I was only brought out of it when I realized Leigh had slipped her hand under my hoodie and was running her arm up my back.  I flinched, worried she'd find out about my scars, making her withdraw her hand almost instantly.

"Everything okay baby?" She asked, clearly concerned she'd made me uncomfortable.

"Yeah Leigh-Leigh." She made eye contact with me properly and frowned. "I'm serious babe, everything's fine." She furrowed her eyebrows at me but seemed to believe me for now.

"Got to go babe! Love you bye!" I called, pecking her lips before practically running out the door.

I got to my car but I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about one thing.

Those scars.

I really didn't know why I was so scared of Leigh touching them just then, apart from the fact that I didn't want to her know. I knew that was ridiculous, but what if she found them weird? Or ugly? Or viewed them the way I do? As a flaw?

'Ignoring them won't make them go away, you know.' My subconscious sighed. "I know but I wish they would." I whispered to myself harshly, before trying to focus fully on my parking.

Once I actually got inside the building, I was greeted by my coworker and best friend, Perrie.

Once she'd finished gushing about her weekend with Alex I was about to sit down with my mind running through the morning's events yet again.

After at least an hour of not being able to get any work done because of it, I just groaned and put my head in my hands.

Then I felt two hands on my shoulders. "Jade, hun are you okay? You've seemed off all morning." I heard Perrie's voice. I lifted my head enough to see she'd set down a small paper cup full of water next to me.

However her asking me that was enough to make the floodgates force their way open. 

"Hey, hey. It's okay Jadey, it's okay." She soothed, leading me out of the room as I whimpered, desperately wanting not to cry in front of everyone else I worked with.

She took me over to the toilets and took my hands at the sink. "Spill." She whispered.

Aside from my family, she was the only other person who knew about my scars.

"I...Leigh...god, Pez." I wrapped my arms around her again. "Why does this have to be so difficult?"

"Why does what have to be difficult babe?" She asks, wiggling out of my arms and hopping onto the sink counter.