Runaways

perrie

A girls night out has never included a breakdown before. I'm not the type of girl for this type of massive, traumatic breakdown, but I guess times change. The girls and I took a night off for the first time in so long. The lights off the club flickered on and off with a pattern off hundreds of colors. And the sound of clubbing music filled my ears as I grabbed Jesy's hand, and lead her through the crowd of drunk, wasted clubbers of downtown London, Jesy and I found a small corner with an open booth. I sat her down, and stared into her eyes. They were buzzed with so many colors. She was completely hammered.

"Pez, w-what are you d-doing?" She asked, managing a laugh.

I had the strongest urge to kiss her. To kiss her beautiful lips. The lights seemed to dim down a bit. Maybe it was the alcohol.

"Jesy, how hammered are you?" I asked, slipping my hand under her jawline, tracing my finger around the corners. Her eyes glistened, and she inched her lips about 5 centimeters away from mine.

"Very."

I giggled, then softly placed my hands around her cheeks. I inched in slowly, and placed my lips delicately on hers. The taste of her lips made my insides jump. She slowly pulled away, and smiled.

"You're such an amazing kisser, Jake." She said, followed with a dazed laugh.

My heart stopped, and I took my hands away from her face.

"J-Jake...?" I asked, staring into her eyes.

"Yesss...Jake." She said, laughing once again.

I could feel my heart breaking away. Piece by piece. I forced a small grin, then I raced out of the booth, pushing past drunken people on the dancefloor, scanning for the nearest bathroom. My ears...they rung. I could spot Leigh and Jade dancing by a few other girls with matching sliver dresses that sparkled in the many colors of lights in the club. My stomach churned and my heart raced. I finally found the bathroom, and I opened the stall door with all of my might, then slammed it tight. I felt the hot tears trickle down my face, knowing that all of my makeup was probably ruined by now. This was the third time she's done this. I've tried. And tried. It's always been Jake. Drunk or not drunk. The reason her eyes are always wandering.

"What are you thinking about?" I would always ask.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about Jake. Oh, how I miss him."

Every. Bloody. Time.

I looked at my reflection in the toilet water, and sobbed for another 10 minutes. I then gazed at myself once again, disgusted in myself. She'll never love me. It'll always be him.

I cleaned up a bit in the restroom, and made my way out of the bathroom to meet Jesy at the booth. She was drinking water, and she seemed definitely sober again.

"Perrie, where did you go?" She asked, getting up from the booth.

"Um, the bathroom. I felt a little sick."

She crinkled her mouth into a frown, and crossed her arms.

"I said something, didn't I?"

I said nothing, hoping she would drop it.

"I knew it...Perrie, this is why I refuse to go out like this. I get way too drunk and I end up saying stupid shit!"

I wanted to sob again, but I bit my tongue to hold it back.

"You didn't say anything, Jesy."

It hurt to lie.

"I didn't?" She asked, the anger in her eyes decreasing.

"No. I just felt sick, that's all."

She sighed, then put her hands on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Perrie. I know I said something. I know I did. Whatever it was, I'm sorry. I think it's time we head on home."

"Yeah, we should." I agreed, forcing a smile.

She grinned, then gave me a hug.

"I love you, Perrie. Never forget it." She said.

It was the same answer. Once again. Jesy confessing that she loves me. It never changed.

"I love you too. Now let's go and find Jade and Leigh. If we're lucky, they won't be off stripping."

"Perrie, you're insane." I couldn't help but laugh at Jesy calling me that. It's quite true.

Jesy giggled, and then we searched the club for our girls, who may or may not be off somewhere high as a kite.

It took about two minutes to find them. They were sitting at the bar, laughing and chatting away.

"Girls, we are heading off. Are you two going to come, or catch an Uber back to the hotel?" Jesy asked.

"I think we are going to stay a bit longer, if that's alright." Jade said with a smile.

Leigh nodded, then sipped her Bloody Mary.

"Bye girls!" I exclaimed to them, waving.

"Bye!" The replied back.

Jesy and I found the entrance to the bar, and thanked the doorman. We stood at the side of the road until we caught a glimpse of a Taxi.

"Perrie, I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked, glancing at her. Her gaze was full of sadness. Guilt. Like she knew...

"I can't really remember exactly what I said, but it was about Jake. You kissed me."

I could feel the hit tears forming in my eyes again. The lump in my throat returning. The headlights of a Taxi got closer, and I had the chance to wipe my eyes while Jesy flagged them down.
What's wrong with me....

Should I continue with this?? I know I suck at writing, but I'm hoping that this will be my best story yet. I never usually finish my stories, but I kinda have a good feeling about this one. I would like all honest opinions. Tysm :)