Pesy One Shots

"Stay with me tonight?"

Prompt: "Stay with me tonight?"

It was over.

It was done.

She was done.

When Jesy walked in on him kissing yet another girl in his bedroom, she ended it. She dropped her key to his house on the floor and slammed his door on the way out for good measure. She couldn't take his lies anymore. Knowing that she wasn't enough, that he needed his side-chicks to be satisfied made her want to cry. She felt so worthless, and she wondered how the man that she once believed loved her so dearly could keep doing this to her time and time again. He hadn't even gone  after her when she left, hadn't even tried to lie his way out of it like he usually did. That was when she knew that he no longer cared if she stayed
or left, and at that point she couldn't help but wonder if he ever actually cared at all.

Now, here she was outside his house. The night was dark, the wind cold and the rain coming down in sheets around her. She stood there a minute, trying to process everything that had just happened, how drastically her life had changed in a matter of seconds, not really knowing what to do. It wasn't long before the tears on her cheeks became indistinguishable from the raindrops falling on her face.

Was this what it felt like to snap?

She didn't know why it hurt so much. After all, it's not like this is the first time he'd cheated on her, nor would it have been the last if she'd stayed. His excuse was always the same: It was a moment of weakness, the girl meant nothing to him, and Jesy was his one and only, she was all he needed. Each time, she knew he was lying. She meant nothing more to him than a cigarette. He'd use her and then stamp her out on the ground, leave her there to rot. But, he knew what she wanted to hear and always said it, and she found comfort in his lies. She let him keep telling them, because they were easier to stand than the truth.

"Why would you leave, Jesy?" He'd ask each time."You know I love you, and you need me."

The problem was, she did believe she needed him back then. He made her feel wanted and beautiful. Like someone actually cared, even though she knew he didn't. She thought there wasn't anyone better out there for her. Now, she realised anyone was better than him. He had been abusive to her multiple times when he was drunk, or high, or both. He tried to cut her off from the girls, and from her family. He didn't want her to be happy, and she could see that so clearly now.

What a waste of time he had been.

Not knowing what else to do, Jesy took her phone out of her pocket and dialed her best friend's number. A few moments passed before Jesy could hear the other girl's voice on the line.

"Jesminda! What's up?" She sounded so lighthearted and happy it instantly made Jesy feel a bit better.

"Pez..."she tried to speak, but her voice broke and she began to sob.

"Oh, Jes. Don't cry babe!"

"Co-could you p-pick-" she took a deep breath before she continued, "me up please?" She was in no state to walk home at the moment.

"Of course. Where are you?" Perrie said, sounding concerned. "In front of h-his house." Her voice was a bit more stable now but she could feel her body shaking 

"Give me 5 minutes and I'm there. Don't hang up though!" Jesy smiled at Perrie's insistence to stay on the line. It was only a couple of minutes, after all, and Jesy wasn't much in the mood for speaking. But, Perrie knew Jesy needed to know she was there, so she stayed on the phone. In the background, she could hear Perrie's movements, the door opening and closing, the engine of her car roaring to life.

"Jesy?" Perrie asked, as if to make sure nothing had happend to her.

"Still 'ere, baba." Jesy smiled through her sobs, keeping her phone pressed to her ear.

"Good. I'm on my way. Almost there, I swear!"Jesy nodded even though Perrie couldn't see her. She just didn't really feel like talking at the moment.

A few minutes passed before Jesy saw Perrie's car driving towards her, slowing to a stop on the curb in front of her. She got in next to Perrie and the blonde girl hugged her right away.

"Oh, Jes. What's he done now?" Perrie whispered into her neck. She looked up at Jesy with sad eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve "Do you want to talk about it?" Jesy shook her head a bit.

"Not right now, Pez." Talking could wait until tomorrow. Right now, the pain was too fresh. Her wounds were still too deep and she hadn't recovered from them yet. More tears rolled down Jesy's cheeks, but Perrie was quick to wipe them away again. "Your sleeve..." Jesy laughed and sobbed simultaneously as she looked at Perrie's once white sleeve that was now smeared with black goop, a combination of mascara and eyeliner and tears.

"That's okay," She laughed. "I should probably drive you home now, eh?" Perrie tried to smile at Jesy and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she sat back in her seat and started the car again.

They drove the way home in silence, Perrie glancing at Jesy every now and then, or reaching out and gently squeezing her hand. Jesy tried her best to paste on a smile and stop crying, but she wasn't exactly successful in her efforts. Perrie didn't pry, just grabbed a tissue out of the glove box and handed it to her. Jesy mumbled a 'thanks' as she wiped her eyes and nose on the soft fabric of the napkin. Perrie stopped the car in front of Jesy's house and asked, "

"Shall I come inside with you for a minute?"

"That'd be lovely," Jesy whispered, already feeling a lot better here with Perrie than she'd felt when she was standing outside of his house in the rain.

"Would you like to order some pizza?" Perrie asked once they were inside, "Or drink some wine and watch a movie?"

"Actually, I think I'd better head to bed. Is that alright?"

"Of course, babe. I understand," Perrie smiled. "Shall I tuck you in?" Jesy smiled and nodded. She always did love it when Perrie took care of her.

Perrie beamed and they walked inside Jesy's bedroom. She helped Jesy out of her wet clothes and into some comfy jammies.

"You know, you're a lot easier to tuck in when you're sober," Perrie says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Jes tries to muster a smile, but with the way Perrie's looking at her, she must not have been very convincing. Accepting that maybe the mood can't be lightened at the minute, Perrie moved to where Jesy laid in her bed and pulled the sheets over her, making sure that she was comfortable. She couldn't help but stroke her fingers over Jesy's face softly, lovingly.

"Pezza?" Jesy whispered.

"Hm?" She asked with a start, pulling her hands away. Jesy immediately missed the contact.

"Stay with me tonight?" Jesy pleaded, reclaiming one of Perrie's hands in her own.

Perrie blinked a couple times before she smiled and nodded. "Okay, yeah, sure, of course, " she says slowly, stripping down until she's just in a t-shirt and long socks. Once she's finished, Perrie slides under the covers, her arms instinctively wrapping around her sad best friend, and Jesy's head naturally burrowing into her neck.

With Perrie's arms wound tight around her body, Jesy felt like she could finally breathe. In that moment, there was nothing to worry about, because she was safe in Perrie's arms. In that moment, everything was okay again.

She was okay again.

The end x