There was no point in denying it.
Not that they ever had, not that they ever will. They knew. Damn well enough that's sure.
"I don't give a shit about how busy we are, Pez!" Jade shrieks as the blonde sat on their shared bed inside their little apartment in Los Angeles, a place that the four of them— the brunette, the taller Geordie and their two friends, Jesy and Leigh-Anne use whenever they have writing trips.
Leigh sits outside with the oldest member, flinching as she hears the volume of the smaller girl's voice rise, wincing in pain as if she was the one being told off.
"They'll be okay, right, Jes?" She squeaks, actually terrified for the two because— as much as they fought, as much as they resolved their past grudges, this... this was a battle they're currently losing.
That no amount of effort, no amount of patches they use to sew up old scars would ever fix it.
They weren't toxic, far from it actually but— everything, whether it was the impending doom for their band that looms in the back of their minds if they ever go public, the hectic schedule stripping them away from each other or the fact that... they're seemingly falling out of love.
Breaking up, being just Jade and Perrie, it was all suddenly inevitable.
Jesy turns her head to the younger girl, although attempting a smile as she plays with the loose strands of thread on the edge of her sweater, she clears her throat.
"Of course. It— it's Jade and Perrie. T-they have to." She breathes out, trying to sound confident in herself when in reality, she knew it was all falling apart. They all knew that.
And while there might be a chance to resolve all of it, the tension, the unbearable days where they have to hide the longing stares, the way they wanted to hold each other, the itch— the longing to tell everyone that it's them.
It always has been the two of them.
That it wasn't Alex nor was it Jordan that they come home to at night, that it wasn't Jordan holding Jade's hand as she falls asleep, it wasn't Alex that makes Perrie smile when he scores a goal...
No one knew that it was Jade, her bandmate, her best friend that the blonde comes home to, the person she holds, the person she longs to kiss and show off. The same, if not even more could be said to the brunette.
"I don't give a flying fuck about how hard this is on you either. You don't know how hard it is on me! I—" Perrie exclaims, running her fingers through her tousled mane as Jade turns to look at her, seething with anger as she drew in ragged breaths.
"What?" She asks, visibly shaking as Perrie shook her head, dismissing what she was about to say when the smaller Geordie then marched towards her, arms crossed above her chest as the blonde huffs, waving her hands, "Nothing."
"Say it." Jade says through gritted teeth, Perrie clenches her jaw, "Nothing."
"That's what I thought." She retorts, scoffing as Perrie agitatedly stares at her, narrowing her eyes, "What was that supposed to mean?"
"Just the fact that you can't even look me in the eye anymore." She shrugs off, frustratingly letting out a laugh as the younger girl watches her, leaning on the bedpost as she raises her head, "And that matters to you?"
"And the fact that you can't even continue to tell me that you love me."
Perrie remains silent after her girl— is she even still her girl?
From outside, Jesy shudders, actually feeling for them as Leigh sits there, still unable to move in fear that even her slightest mistake could affect the two, she turns to the ginger, now toying with the cup in front of her.
