reckless ↛ pesy

• chapter two •

So I know this particular Snapchat video that this book is based off of was made back in December before the DWT but let's pretend it's during the DWT.

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Jesy had no clue how her shirt was on the floor or how she was no longer in the jeans she could last remember wearing but she did know had a banging headache. It was so bad she could hardly even see. As she managed to throw her legs off of the bed and let them dangle for moment as she gathered her thoughts, she figured that today she would change into something casual and some sunglasses and the makeup artists can deal with her later. The thought of a shower seemed to make everything worse, just energy she didn't have to expend at the moment

"Pez, where are you?" As she slipped on the sunglasses that laid on her bedside table, searching through her purse for some painkillers. Right before Perrie answered, Jesy felt the familiar pill bottle between her fingers and pulled it out of the bag.

"I'm peeing! Is your headache really bad like mine?" Perrie said from the toilet. "Because I feel like cutting my head off to alleviate the pain."

"Same here babe, I have some pain killers here if you need it. You can take a couple if it's as bad as mine," much to her body's dismay she began to pack up my clothes to put them back on the tour bus.

"Hey pez, I'm going to situate myself on the tour bus, I'll see you there," Jesy opened up the door and began walking down the hallway. She hadn't the faintest idea of happened last night, but all that was there in my memory remember was the 9th shot and Perrie was hollering and how Perrie felt curled into her side.

The brunette finally got to the tour bus and shoved her suitcase not so gracefully into the bottom of the automobile. As she walked into the bus and muttered a hello to Leigh-Anne.

"Oh did you roll of the wrong side of the bed today? You look like you've been beat up," Leigh said as she looked me up and down.

"Nothing, I just had enough to drink to where I blacked out so I don't remember shit after my seventh shot."

"Fucking hell! Jesy, how are you even alive?" Leigh moved over on the couch and let the older woman sit by her. As she sat down, she wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulder and soothed her until Jesy was basically asleep on her shoulder.

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The next thing she know, she was being woken by a rough voice, which turned out to be Perrie, "Jes, we're at the venue we need to go in and get ready."

"Ughhh," Jesy found herself sprawled out across the couch and had to somehow peel herself off, finally making her out and finding Perrie once again, intertwining their hands together without second thought. All four girls saw the paps from afar and quickly picked up the pace, none of them felt like dealing with them too much today.

We finally got inside of the building and our manager directed towards our dressing room. It usually takes hours for all of us to get made up and ready to go. So Jesy searches for the nearest outlet and plugged her phone into the wall since she was too drunk to remember to charge it last night. When it finally turned on, the phone was bombarded by multiple emails and text messages which Jesy had to go through and now was a good time as any. Answering her boyfriend's texts just seemed tedious at this point but he kept good company. For Jesy, it just felt weird when she wasn't dating someone, so shoving down all personal feelings and just took the cards she was dealt.

It was finally to slip into our stage outfits and just undressed in front of everyone in the room currently and as Jesy began to pull off of her shirt, anyone was nearby heard a small gasp from our stylist.