Broken || Little Mix ||

Chapter 6

***TRIGGER WARNING***

I wake up to pounding in my head. It sounds like someone is banging right in my ear and I shove my face further into the pillow, willing to pain to go away. It's not until someone opens the door that I realize it isn't just my head but Paul pounding on my room door.

"Jesus Christ, how plastered did you lot get last night?" he asks annoyed at the sight of us.

Jesy is wearing oversized sweats, her hair and make up a mess from the night before. Leigh-Anne's normally contained hair is frizzy and a mess. Perrie took her makeup off last night, revealing a tired face with deep bags under her eyes. I can only imagine what I look like.

"Stop shouting," Perrie groans from beside me.

"I ain't shouting. You all are just freaking hungover. May I remind you that you are on one of the biggest headlining tours of the decade and this is what you all decide to do?" Paul scolds.

I wince at the sound of his booming voice.

"And you," he says turning to me, finger pointed in rage. "Would you like to explain to me why me, and our very hardworking PR team, woke up this morning to pictures of you standing outside of the club, drunk as hell and smoking a fag?"

"Don't call it that. It's offensive," I mumble at him.

"Frankly, I don't care if it is right now. You've created a nightmare for us. Part of your image is being relatable, role models that, while a bit crazy and inappropriate, are overall good girls. Do you have any idea the headaches we are dealing with trying to give explanations and get these pictures buried?"

"Honestly, I've got a feeling it's similar to the one I've got now," I reply, sitting up.

"This isn't a joking matter Jade. You need to put out a statement and make sure this doesn't happen again. Make sure you run it by management before you just go posting whatever. And quit smoking. You can't afford to fuck up your voice and it's not a ladylike habit. We told you to stop the first time and if you don't then management and the label are going to dole out consequences," he warns.

"Oi, don't you fucking threaten her and tell her she can't do something just because she's a lady. Yeah, she shouldn't be doing it but that isn't the reasoning you should be giving her," Jesy says from the other bed.

Paul sighs, clearly done with everything to do with us today. He runs his hand through his hair before looking at me a little more softly.

"I'm sorry. Jesy's right. That shouldn't be my reasoning. Instead, my reasoning should be the fact that you've just let thousands of little girls across the world down. More importantly, you let down the three most important ones sitting in this room. Your actions damaged the brand of the band as a whole. Fix it."

With that, Paul storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him which makes all of us groan. I bury my face back into my pillow, wanting to shut out the world.

"I'm sorry girls," I say muffled from the pillow.

I feel Perrie shift closer to me and start to rub my back.

"It's alright Jade. He's just angry right now. He didn't mean all that," she tries to reason.

"Hey, I warned you last night that you could get papped. You were too fucked to care," Jesy says, piping up.

"Speaking of which, we need to talk about what happened last night," Leigh adds.

"What d'you mean?" I ask.

"Jade, do you honestly not remember last night?"

I take my head out of the pillow and try to think about the events of last night.