Broken || Little Mix ||

Chapter 7

***TRIGGER WARNING***

I pull my cap down and throw my hood over it as I dart out of the back of the hotel. I run over to Clarke's idling Audi and quickly jump into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind me. He's laughing.

"That was extremely subtle," he jokes.

I glare at him. "The press is already having a field day with me. The last thing I need is a headline of 'Jade Thirlwall seen getting into mystery man's car.' Plus, then you're gonna have paps all over your ass and that won't be good for your type of business."

Clarke nods, still smirking.

"Fair enough. So, what do you want to do?" he asks, changing the subject.

I shrug. "Anything so long as we don't go in public."

"Wow that narrows it down," Clarke says sarcastically.

He drives for a bit before he turns the car down a residential street and pulls up next to a pretty big house.

"Damn. This is almost as big as Leigh's place," I note.

"Perks of the job, I guess. Come on."

We get out of the car and he leads me into the house. We take a few turns and end up in a cinema room. It's nicely decorated minus the bongs that sit out on the coffee table. Despite being a single man, his house has a warm theme of strength, comfort and masculinity. It doesn't look like he just paid someone to fill in the empty space but rather picked out each item and placed it carefully in its rightful spot.

I sit down on the couch closest to the screen as Clarke walks over to a mini fridge and pulls out a beer.

"Want one?" he offers.

I shake my head. "I'm still kind of hungover."

"Yeah, you were fuckin plastered last night, weren't ya?"

He laughs again, a throaty chuckle that I find slightly attractive. Clarke walks back over to me and sits down rather closely on the couch. I ignore the fact that our knees are touching and keep my eyes trained on the TV as he picks out something from Netflix.

"Did the pills help?" he asks randomly.

"As much as I hate to admit it, yes. They did. But I can't mess with that stuff too much. It completely knocked me on my ass and apparently I also lost my filter," I explain.

"Well, I'm glad they helped. If you want more just say the word. You can hold onto them, only take it when absolutely necessary and only on days off," Clarke suggests.

I throw him a seductive smile. "Ask me again when I'm leaving, yeah?"

He nods, returning my smile with a smirk and goes back to hunting for something to watch. My phone buzzes and I look down. It's the group chat with the girls.

Perrie: Jade where are you?
Jesy: Did you seriously run off and not even tell anyone?

I quickly type out a response somewhere along the lines of, 'I'm fine, I'm with a friend and I'm still pissed at you so leave me alone' and then mute the notifications.

Clarke puts on Inception before settling into the couch more. Within the first fifteen minutes, he's killed his beer and grabbed another. I watch as he cracks it open and takes another long gulp.

"What?" he asks curiously. I just shrug.

"Puberty did you well," I say laughing. I grab the can out of his hand and take a few swallows.