Broken || Little Mix ||

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys, so the way life works is that I went to go start writing Fractured again but after re-reading through this story and what I have for that one, there were a few changes and edits I found myself wanting to do. In order to do them, I'm going to be going back and re-writing/editing this story chapter by chapter and obviously continuing onto Fractured once I get there. I've got the first two ready to go and I'm going to upload them now. Should hopefully have the third and fourth by the end of the day. If you've stuck around this long I can't thank you enough. Enjoy and hope you're all doing well. 

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Perrie and I walk back into our flat, coming home after a band meeting at the label's head office. We were there to finalize the details for our upcoming tour of which we were scheduled to be leaving for in two weeks' time. All of us were giddy with excitement. The album was doing well, as were the singles, topping the charts worldwide and gaining momentum with each day that goes on. If it keeps going as is, and it looks like it will, then this time we may have finally done it. We may have finally broken America.

"Want me to make some lunch babes?" Pez asks as we shut and lock the door behind us.

"Ah, that'd be nice. You cook and I'll clean up?" I offer.

That was the deal we worked out when we moved back in together after Zayn and Perrie's break up and my own with Sam. Neither one of us liked living alone in the silence of our thoughts so Perrie moved into my flat that was much too big for one person anyways. If one of us cooks for the both of us, the other cleans up afterwards. Perrie smiles and nods.

"Hungry for anything in particular?"

"Spag bol," I reply quickly.

"Jade, we've had that twice this week already," she says laughing.

I just shrug. "Well, if you don't like making it so much then don't do such a good job."

She laughs some more and heads off to the kitchen.

"I'm going to go shower!" I call after her.

I'm desperate to get the makeup off my face and feel clean again. After a full morning of early radio interviews and the fact that there were paps everywhere we went today, I finally feel as though I can let my guard down and relax. I'm itching to just be my full self.

I sigh and wince a bit as I climb the mini staircase that leads to the bedrooms. I'm still sore from all the choreo rehearsals we'd been doing to get ready for tour. The hot water should give my muscles some relief.

Just as I open the door to my room, I feel my phone start to vibrate in my pocket. After glancing at it quickly to see that it was Norma, I answer the call as I start to rifle through my closet for some loose loungewear.

"How you doing mum?" I ask as I pull out a pair of oversized sweatpants.

"Jade love, can you talk?"

Her voice is shaken and distant. Something's wrong. She never sounds like this unless something bad has happened. I hear her sniff, indicating that she's been crying. My heart sinks into my chest at the sound of it.

"Ma, what's wrong? You can talk to me. What happened? Is it your health?" I ask her concerned.

"No. No, I'm fine pet...Jade...it's Karl," she says.

Her voice catches on my older brother's name and she lets out a sob. My head starts to run through all sorts of possible scenarios as anxiety makes my heart race inside of my ribs. I struggle to calm myself and get enough air into my lungs to breathe.