They Love It More When Its Broken~ P.S

Chapter 17- Will Someone Stop This Song, So I Won't Sing Along

Okay, before I start this chapter, I'm so sorry for all the mistakes in my last chapter for example "Joe, Andy, Pete, Joe..." bit, I put Joe twice and missed Patrick, wow I'm such a douche

Jess POV;

TRIGGER WARNING BTW

"N-nothing's going on." I stutter, lying through my teeth.

"Nothing that you aren't telling us about?" Rephrased Joe.

"N- no, I promise." I stutter again, trying to make it not obvious that I'm lying.

"Look, Jess, we saw a message on your phone." Says Meagan. My breath hitches in my throat and I feel a cold sweat cover my body. All of a sudden I can't breathe, the room starts to spin all around me.

"Jess please, talk to us, stop blocking us out." Says Patrick lightly.

I stand up abruptly and leave the room, tears swelling up in my eyes, I wipe them away with the back of my hands as I head for the bathroom.

I lock the bathroom door and curl up in a ball in the corner, the bathroom is quite small and confined to match my mood, I remember Meagan keeps a razor in the cupboard, so I open the door and move everything aside, bandages, first aid kits, soap, random bags and then finally the blade.

I hadn't done it for a few weeks, Sam and Colby seemed to have been the people taking my mind off of things ever since we met them and they saved me.

I roll my sleeve up and expose the scars that were healing ever so slightly, I inhale a short sharp breath as I place the cold metal onto my fragile pale skin, sliding it across, overlapping and opening old scars. Blood covered the edge of the blade and the tips of my fingers ever so slightly.

I let the tears pour, more and more, non- stop. How could they find out about the messages? What if Jack finds out they saw the messages? Jack's going to kill me. Literally.

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I'd ever so slightly recovered from earlier on but throughout the day, the guys and Meagan had been asking me questions about the messages and I just hadn't had the guts to tell them the truth so lies just spilt out my mouth, not fooling them at all.

Right now though, we were at our hotel in Manchester, it was big and posh, mansion like even. I was sharing a room with Meagan, Pete and Joe. Patrick and Andy were in a room that joined up onto my room. As for Brendon, Dallon and Kenney, they'd got their own room opposite Patrick and Andys'.

I drop a bag down on the floor, we didn't have to bring all our bags in because we'd only be staying here for a night of two, so I'd packed a mini bag with mainly the essentials inside that I'd need for a couple nights.

We'd picked up some fast food earlier on so we didn't really need dinner right now, plus it was around 1am and I needed sleep, so did everyone else really.

I changed into my pyjamas and climbed into the bed. The mattress must've been memory foam because I sank straight into it, the warmth of the bed made me feel cosy and safe, something I rarely felt recently.

I fell asleep fairly quickly because of the bed and I'm guessing everyone else did too.

When I woke up, light was pouring through the thin curtains a bed away from me. I'm guessing the time was around 7 or 8am. Everyone else was still asleep, Meagan looked pretty peaceful curled up with her curly hair spread across the pillow, with Pete cuddling close to her. I sighed and sat up, I was in the bed in the middle, Pete and Meagan were in the bed nearest the door and Joe was in the bed nearest the window, I'd chose to sleep in the bed in the middle for a few reasons in particular.