Perri and Mitch- the sixth book special to series 'Perri and Me' about Perri Kiely.

Chapter 2 Part 3

I wake up in my own bed of the hotel room. The one I chose before. Wait, did I actually sleep a couple hours?

No.

It's only been forty five minutes since I fell down. I turn over and see Pel fast asleep in the other bed. Quietly I sit up, and notice several bruises on my arms and legs. I'm still in my dressing gown though.

How heavy was that stupid luggage carrier? I go into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I'm weak, tired and I have this massive headache. I turn on the bathroom lights, groaning at the way it blinds me. I take off my dressing gown and in my underwear scan the bruises. My fans are going to think I got beat up. It is January and it is cold so common sense tells me to put on a sweater and pyjama shorts.

I tie my hair into a bun and come out of the bathroom, wincing as I get into bed.

I sigh as I know I'm not going to get any sleep.

"Amber?" I hear Pel whisper.

I thought he was asleep. I try to ignore him.

"Yeah?" I say, giving up.

"Are you okay?"

"Why do you care?"

Pel sighs.

"Did that stupid luggage carrier knock me out?" I ask.

"Pretty much..." Pel says. "Danielle was so angry. I carried you back in."

"You're my hero..." I say sarcastically.

"Okay Ambs, I know you hate me. Let's just try not to piss each other off. For our fans and for the tour."

"I don't hate you..." I say quietly.

There's a silence and my bruises hurt so badly I want to cry.

"I can't dance tomorrow in Leeds..." I say.

"Why?"

"I can barely move my body."

"Tell that to Dani."

"No Pel, I'm not joking...I feel like I've just been run over by a bus."

"Amber, slicing yourself with a knife didn't help much. Neither did taking dodgy sleeping pills. Are you really that hurt?"

"Yes..." I whine.

Pel sighs then comes into my bed. It felt so empty without him. He takes my arm and looks at it.

"Ambs this is bad..." He says, looking at me.

"Ow..." I wince.

"Why don't we just...get you some physio before the show? Trust me that always helps. I'll ask Ash."

"Thanks..." I say. "Pel, I'm sorry for what I said. About the whole Mitch dancing thing. It was so stupid. You have every right to be pissed."

"I told you I'm not angry..." Pel says. "Just get some sleep....please. Would it help if I left?"

"And went where, Pel? The dreams, they're not...as bad as you think anymore."

"Really?"

Yeah, because they're not about you. I just wish I could tell you that.

"Yeah. Stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere..."

Pel wraps his arms around me. And for once, just this once, Mitch is erased from my mind. A wave of guilt rushes through me. I shouldn't be using my lie against him.