Jade POV
The past two days have been completely full out. With two days off between shows we directed all of that time to deciding on the Summer Shout Out Tour setlist and discussing possible choreography and mash ups. We definitely want to mash up two of our songs for the novelty but we haven't yet decided what two songs it will be. My attention has been split three ways as all three priorities keep pulling me in different directions. The label is demanding all of my time to work on two tours and a new album and would prefer it if I'm working 24/7. However Perrie has been really quiet and staying in our hotel room when we don't have to be working, and I want to snuggle with her in bed because we won't have much time to ourselves, and I'm starting to think that she isn't as okay as she insists she is.
But I can't stop thinking of that perfect night in Birkenhead and the little pills that made me feel so fucking good! All I want is to go out and find some more, take them with some whiskey, and dance until my feet bleed. Between my two responsibilities though, my work and my girlfriend, I haven't had a moment to sneak out of the hotel by myself.
I know that Leigh is itching to go out too. I can see it in the way she taps her index finger against her leg when we discuss the setlist, and the way she's the one to crack open the first bottle of wine in the evenings. I always open the second as somehow I'm the one that finishes the bottle, and when I pour the last of the second bottle into my glass Jesy stops me from opening a third. We still have to work tomorrow and I'm not allowed to forget it. I always know that it's serious when Jesy is the one to cut me off. Normally it's Perrie, gently nudging my side and frowning a tiny bit to tell me that I should stop without anyone noticing our interaction. She always makes sure to save my dignity and protect my self esteem, but Jesy doesn't possess this level of tact - or any tact really.
We have to go to the glam room in an hour to get ready for our Berlin show. Our European fans never get bored of seeing us, and with this tour being our biggest yet we have more tickets available to meet many fans for the first time. Knowing that some people look forward to seeing us for so long always adds a lot of pressure whenever we perform because we just want to be perfect. It's one reason why we always get upset when sickness or injury affects a show, or when an entire leg of the Salute tour was cancelled.
Jesy, Leigh-Anne, and myself are passing around bowls of food to fill our plates. We don't eat too close to a show in case the intense choreography makes us sick, so before we get ready we always devour a shit ton of food for enough energy to last us the rest of the day. It's not the most attractive sight but we honestly don't care. It's better than performing whilst dizzy, something that we have all done at least once before. Silky, blonde locks cover my lap so I have to balance my plate on the arm of the sofa.
"Are you going to sit up, Babe?" I ask Perrie, though I don't get an answer. I think she might be asleep again. She's always napping in our spare moments, like right now. Her head is on my lap and the rest of her is covered by a fluffy blanket that she brought with her from the hotel. She keeps complaining about being cold but I genuinely don't see how she can be. It's almost thirty degrees in Berlin and I'm sweating in my skirt and short sleeved top.
"Perrie! Wake up!" Jesy shouts from the sofa opposite ours but even that doesn't do the trick. We make eye contact and she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.
With a sigh I turn back to my girlfriend, wondering how she could be this tired after two days without a show. She really needs to get her act together before the tour gets intense otherwise this won't be any fun. I don't want to have to look out for her when I could be enjoying myself. I poke her in the ribs and get a small reaction when she groans. This seems to be working so I keep poking her ribs until her eyes open. Her beautiful sapphires are more of a dark grey today and the rest of her eyes are completely bloodshot. If I didn't know any better I would think she is on something.
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