F A M E | Jaded story

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WARNING!

There are mentions of depression and suicide in this chapter. If you're triggered by anything to do with that, please don't read this part. Thank you.

Jades pov -;

"Thank you London! You've all been amazing tonight! We hope you all get home safely, we love you!" I screamed to the thousands of people in front of me chanting and yelling 'Little Mix'.

I ran off stage with the girls and the dancers, the sound of the crowd still chanting our name filling my ears.

"That has got to be one of the best crowds we've had yet!" My band mate Jesy said, catching her breathe from the dancing we done.

"London never fails to deliver" perrie giggled.

We all nodded in agreement.

"So, since this is the last night of the tour why don't we all go out and celebrate?" Leigh-Anne suggested.

"Hell yeah, that's a great idea!" Perrie squealed.

"Yeah I'm down for that" Jesy answered.

"Great! What about you Jade?" Leigh-Anne asked me.

"You know, I'm actually really tired and sore. I think I'll give it a miss tonight girls. Sorry" I answered.

"Oh, that's alright. Get plenty of rest" Leigh replied, giving me a hug.

I hugged her back with a smile to say thank you.

"Have fun tonight, I love you girls" I smiled, receiving a group hug from them all, getting "I love you too" from each of them.

"I'll see you later, enjoy" I smiled, making my way to our tour bus.

"Oi oi, wheres the rest of the girls Jade?" Our driver, joe asked.

"They're away out celebrating the last date of the tour" I answered.

"And why aren't you?" He asked.

"I just wasn't feeling it. Mind dropping me off at the nearest hotel? I don't feel like going back to my apartment tonight. Danielle's drunk and probably banging her boyfriend right about now" I replied.

"Gotcha" joe replied, starting the engine and driving away.

I climbed up to the top bunk I've recently been spending the night in and stared out the window, thinking about everything.

The real reason I didn't go out to celebrate was because I'm currently dealing with depression. Sometimes I wish I could just be a normal girl with a normal life. No paparazzi. No one stopping me to take a photo. No fake articles saying shit about me. Just a normal life.

I will forever be grateful for the things I have accomplished in my life, sometimes I just want to go back to my life before the X Factor.

Being a celebrity, you can't make any mistakes or you'll have angry parents complaining that their children look up to us. We get complaints for what we wear on stage, what we sing about and how we look. You have to be and look your best at all times because if you make such as one mistake thing, there's articles everywhere.

"Alright Jade, this is the only hotel I can find" I heard joe say from the front, cutting me off from my thoughts.

"Thank you so much" I praised, grabbing my case I had packed before we went on stage just to be prepared.

"Well, I'll see you next tour" joe waved and I stepped off the bus.

"Bye joe! Thanks for everything" I forced a smile upon my face as I waved back, watching him now drive away.

I then turned around to be frightened by a flash right in my face.

Ah.

The paparazzi.

I quickly looked down and entered the hotel, ignoring their questions. As ignorant as its sounds, I'm not in the mood to answer anyone right now.

I paid for a room and thanked the lady before being handed the key to my room.

I made my way up to the 6th floor and along to my room. I entered and immediately threw myself onto the bed.

My bones ached from the tour and I'm just mentally and physically exhausted.

I sat up on the bed when I heard loads of dings coming from my phone. I unlocked my phone to see my social media's going wild with fans and articles asking if we had split up.

"Has Little Mix member Jade Thirlwall has enough of being in the girl group?" I read on the daily mail website as it showed a picture of me entering the hotel and a separate picture of the girls entering the club they had gone to earlier.

"Fuck sake" was all I said before shutting my phone off and throwing it to the end of the bed. I lay back down on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

Why do they always just assume? We have lives of our own. Just because we're not together doesn't mean we've officially split up. Ugh, what companies do for attention.

I stayed staring up at the ceiling for a good few minutes before I realised I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away and sat up.

I saw my phone was still lighting up with notifications from fans fearing little mix was over.

The fans are the only things keeping me together. I wouldn't be where I am without them but sometimes I wonder what my life would've been like if I didn't audition for xfactor.

I'd be a normal 25 year old woman with a normal job and a happy life.

I hate having things revolve around me, and the girls too but they're better at handling it than me. They don't know how I really feel.

Seeing articles day by day about how we're splitting up, if one of us is going to go solo because we apparently hate one another. They'd do anything to get their ratings up.

Syco isn't exactly great for my mental health either. They're constantly over working us to get our albums finished, singing contracts to colab with companies for money, always sending us on tours.

As much as I love all that stuff, the don't promote us at all. It's all getting too much.

I then burst out into tears, sobbing into the pillow.

That's when I looked out to the balcony of the hotel room and thought to myself for a few minutes.

"If they really want attention, that's what they're going to get" I said to myself, getting up from the bed and walking out to the balcony.

I turned my head to see if anyone was sitting out, there was no one. I then looked over the edge to see how high up I was, very high.

I climbed over  and stood on the edge, holding onto the railing. Staring down and taking deep breaths.

"Well, this is it. You're all getting what you want. Attention" I said to myself.

I took a deep breath and just as I was about to jump, I heard a loud voice yelling "stop!".

I jumped with fear, making my feel slip from the edge. My hands were still gripping onto the railing.

"Why am I not letting go?" I thought to myself.

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Hi guys! sorry for the really depressing start... it won't always be like this I promise. But I promised you all a new Jaded story so here it is!

This is actually based on this movie I saw a trailer of the other day, i can't remember what it was called or I would've said 😩

I hope you all enjoy! Love you all ❤️

- R x