The Fifth Member (Little Mix/Perrie Edwards gxg) Part 2

Chapter 49

Perrie's POV:

It was seriously eating me up for a week. Who the fuck was she talking to that night?

And not only that no, she has also been texting a lot

I know that I clearly have no right to ask her out about it but God, who could it be?

I'm not even trying to be mean but except for us and Sam she doesn't really have friends.

Unless she befriended someone in the time where we didn't talk, but she would have told us about that right? Or at least the person would have visited her at the hospital but no one ever came.

I can't even talk to anyone about it because once again, they will tell me it's not really my business anymore and they would be correct.

I can't even ask her because she makes it clear that she doesn't want to be asked. Every time she is on the phone with the mystery person she hangs up as soon as she sees me.

So I'm not allowed to even hear their conversation.

She probably knows that I want to know. She knows me too well to think something different.

But I also know her all too well. She will tell me if she wants to and if she is ready. And to be honest, even though I really want to know, I'm glad she knows now she's entitled to her own privacy and can do stuff on her own time.

Once, not too long ago, she would feel bad for not telling us stuff although she had every right not to.

We might have also sometimes pressured her into telling us stuff, and in retrospect, I don't think that was the smartest way to go about this.

I think she would have taken way longer to tell us about her family back then, had we not pressured her to tell us.

And I mean, we did do it with the intention of letting her tell us. We had no ill intentions, but she still was probably very uncomfortable.

Now that I think about it, I think we owe her an apology for that. We really should have respected her boundaries.

Tomorrow the we will take a flight to the US because the MTV EMA's are in three days. There have been many rumours about us showing up to perform.

It finally feels like we are being truly appreciated for our talent and getting the attention we have always deserved.

While this disbanding was one of the hardest things I had to go through, it really boosted our career.

To be honest, we should have always known a scandal would be what it takes. There were many attempts to pressure us into causing some sort of big scandal, but we never agreed. We never wanted to be fake. We never wanted to be pretentious. And this disbanding definitely wasn't an act.

Currently, I am at home cleaning up the house, while Beth is out grocery shopping. In our relationship, there really have been many, many ups and downs. This continuous back and forth can be a little exhausting and overwhelming.

It has always been worth it to me, but that does not mean it's always fun.

I still don't know if she wants me back. What if she just doesn't want to anymore. Maybe she'd rather have the mystery person she's talking to.

Who the fuck is she talking to?!

I heard the door open and tried to clear my thoughts a little. All this stress really isn't good for me.

I made my way to the door to help her carry the bags. She smiled at me and gave me the lighter one.

"You know I can carry heavy stuff, right?" I asked jokingly.

"I'm well aware, but I'd rather you not have to." She answered.

We placed the bags on the counter and started sorting the groceries.

"Have you packed already?" I asked her.

"Are you aware who you're talking to?" She asked jokingly.

I rolled my eyes sarcastically, "Sorry, I forgot you are overly organised and probably already packed three weeks ago."

"Have you packed?" She asked, her tone indicating that she knows I haven't.

I smiled sheepishly, "I'll do it today."

She laughed, "Sure you will. I'll see to it."

My butterflies are going fucking crazy. God, I can't help loving this woman.

And suddenly, as if that person was taunting me, her phone rang, and she left the kitchen to answer.

Oh, the day when I find out who that is. I can't say I will be a joy to be around from that person's point of view.

My mood went down the drain from one second to the next.

I felt really suffocated and couldn't stop watching the clock to see how long they would talk.

I decided to just fucking go jogging because I really can't stay here right now.

I jogged for about 30 minutes and then made my way back home.

If Beth has not stopped talking to that person until now I will fucking lose it.

Once I entered and, in fact, discovered that Beth was watching TV, I could finally breathe properly again.

"How was your run?" She asked nicely, as if she didn't have an ounce of clue as to why I went running.

"Fine." I said, going to the kitchen to grab water.

I cursed myself mentally. I have no right to be passed at her for this. She is her own person. She can talk to other people and even date other people because I was stupid enough to let her go.

My shaking hands said otherwise, though.

And then, as if it wasn't the thing that was driving me crazy, there was Beth's phone. It was so easy to access.

I shook my head at myself. What the fuck has become of me? There is no way I can't leave this alone. How obsessed have I become?

Sure, it's natural to not want the person you love be with other people, but God, am I really that clingy?

I might just have to distract myself in the way Beth is right now...

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A/N: I'm so fucking sorry guys I know it's been long and it's such a short chapter, but I really am busy with school and life in general, I'm so sorry ;(