Broken || Little Mix ||

Chapter 16 -E

"Thank you LA!"

The four of us run off stage red-faced, out of breath, and buzzing with adrenaline.

"That was fucking amazing!" Perrie shouts.

"Tell me about it," I agree.

Claude runs off stage and comes over to us.

"You ladies ready to get lit?" he says smiling and putting his arms around Jesy and I.

"You know it," Leigh cheers.

She pops a quick twerk and does a little celebratory dance.

"Honestly she can be annoying as hell but bless Sam for giving us a night off after the opener."

"That's because she knows you lot too well. Get back to the dressing rooms. Vans out in an hour's time," Paul says herding us away from the stage.

"Calm down dad. Why don't you come out and let loose tonight? This tour is an impressive feat for you as well," Jesy tries.

"I'll come but I'll leave the getting shit faced to you four. You seem to do it well," he relents, rolling his eyes but smiling at the same time.

"We are the professionals darling," she cracks.

"Alright, hurry up now. You haven't got hours and hours to do up your hair and makeup."

The four of us rush into the dressing room and chaos breaks loose. Clothes are flying everywhere. Makeup covers half the vanity. Leigh manages to spray perfume in my eye twice while I accidentally knock into Perrie, causing her to mess up her eyeliner. Jesy's still complaining that she needs more time when Paul swings by to call us to the vans.

"Put the rest of your face on in the car babes. We gotta go," I say collecting my things and grabbing her hand.

"But my face looks all wonky right now! I don't want to get papped like this!"

"Here. Take this and cover your face. Now let's go!"

I hand her my famous parka which doesn't have much use with the comparatively warmer temperatures here in LA.

"You are a saint."

She takes it and makes a scene of putting it over her head. I have no idea whether or not it's going to work but I do know that I'm going to spend at least thirty minutes tomorrow trying to find the photos to post on Instagram.

By the time we get to the club, everyone is rearing to go and we all head straight to the bar. Paul orders everyone a round of shots and places his in the air.

"To the start of a great tour!" he shouts over the music.

"Let's fucking get it!" I shout after him. We cheer and all down the burning liquid at once.

Within an hour, me, and quite a few others, are extremely plastered. Leigh and I are on top of a table dancing to some random EDM song while Jesy and Perrie are grinding with the dancers on the dance floor. I go to take another sip of my drink and realize it's empty. I shake the glass in front of Leigh and point to the bar. She gives me a thumbs up response and goes back to dancing while I shakily hop off the table and make my way over to the bar.

As I lean against it, waiting for the bartender to finish my drink off, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see a guy leaning in towards my ear.

"You've got some seriously crazy dance moves. And you're also beautiful," he shouts over the music.

I look him over. He's blonde with close cropped hair, clean shaven and dressed nicely. If I wasn't talking to Clarke, I might have actually given him a chance.