Collision (Zerrie)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Besides the jab of Jade's finger as she poked my side, the first thing I felt when I began to gain consciousness was the engagement ring settled on my left hand, which I found kind of odd, but still very much painful. Even more painful than being repeatably poked in the ribs.

"Jade," I groaned.

"Perrie! Perrie! Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance?" She said in a worried tone.

I didn't want to worry her further, so I held in the groan of pain that wanted to escape due to the pounding my head was enduring. Instead, I quickly muttered a 'no' and claimed that I was fine. I kept my eyes closed and attempted to sit up, but that only made the pounding worse. I visibly winced and I could almost hear the girls' worry emitting from them.

"Perrie I really think you should go to the hospital," Leigh said. "You could have a concussion."

"Guys I'm fine really. I'm just feeling ill and I have a horrid head ache," I assured her finally opening my eyes. I had to blink a few times but I managed to keep them open. "Would you get me some aspirin?"

She looked at me with a skeptical expression but nodded and then scavenged through her bag until she found the small white bottle and handed it to me. I took two pills out of the container and swallowed them dry. "Thanks."

"Perrie I really really think you should go to the hospital," Jesy told me. "Who knows how nasty the hit you took to the floor was. You could have internal bleeding in your skull!" Wait, I was on the floor? That can't be right I was sure I made it to the couch. I looked around and sure enough I was layed out on the cherry wood flooring. Well that's rather odd.

"Guys I'm fine," I repeated. "I was just dehydrated is all. I haven't had a drop of water all day." You would think I'd learn by now that my lies only come back to bite me in the ass, but apparently my common sense likes to live up to my hair color.

Jade immediately reached behind her and plucked a water bottle off of the small table behind her and thrusted it towards me. "Thanks Jade," I smiled weakly in an attempt to stop the brunette from biting off her bottom lip that was wedged between her teeth. I took the bottle gratefully and downed nearly half of it's contents in in one gulp.I may not have been necessarily dehydrated, but I was thirsty and maybe this water could patch this hole I have inside of me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Leigh asked again. I could tell she was apprehensive about me not seeking medical attention, but I was positive I was not in urgent need of any. At most, I'd have a bruise or maybe a long lasting terrible head ache, but I did not need to go to a hospital. The injuries I have right now can't be patched by a doctor.

"Positive," I confirmed. "I just need some time to rest and then I'll be good as new." They all got the hint and after assisting me onto the couch and bidding me hopes of feeling better Jade and Leigh exited the dressing room, but Jesy stayed behind.

"Don't think we've forgotten about what happened back there Pez," she said and I gulped, "but we'll talk about it later. Get some rest love." Jesy blew me a kiss and then walked out the door to join the others.

I sighed and ran my hands over my face and closed my eyes. I was just drifting off to unconsciousness again when I felt the weight of the diamond ring on my hand and I immediately snapped my eyes open before removing it and placing it on the square table next to the couch. Rings were in the shape of a circle which symbolized eternity-with the person you love. That was yet another thing I had broken and I didn't need another reminder of another infraction caused by me. All I wanted to do was sleep and get away from reality for a little while. No pain, no concerts, no rumors, no paparazzi; just sleep. So, that is exactly what I did.

Except I didn't get to escape reality. If anything, I was plunged further into it.

My dreams were filled with incomplete circles and shards of glass lying in pools of mud. It was like I was re-living the past five months of my life, though somehow this felt a lot worse. I kept trying to change things; fix my mistakes and prevent more from happening, but I didn't have control over my own body and I was forced to endure the pain all over again. The fights, the stress, the tears; all of it was flashing under my eyelids and a part of me knew it was all a figment of a dream but it felt so real and I couldn't will myself to wake up.

They say that dreams-or nightmares- only last about thirty seconds, but it is utterly impossible for this one to have lasted anything less than a lifetime, so when I snapped my eyes open and wiped the tears from my face I had no idea how much time (or life times) had passed. I found my phone buried in the cushion and found out it had only been ten minutes. I sniffled and fell back on the couch. My head was still throbbing and my mind was running a mile a minute, so I gave up on trying to slip back into slumber and stared at the ceiling instead. The visions of my dream replayed in my head and I desperately wanted to find a pause button but I couldn't, so instead I lay there in silent agony until one of the girls came back so I could get off of this damn sofa and at least ten miles away from this arena.

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"Perrie Edwards storms off stage at a concert in the U.S. in tears. We have received numerous video clips of the catastrophe and are wondering what is going on with the blonde fiance of Zay-" I immediately switched off the telly.

There were videos all over youtube and gossip websites of Wednesday's concert and I was absolutely humiliated and petrified and down right furious. I have had enough of these people. They don't know anything about me or what I go through on a daily basis and yet they still judge me on my every mistake? They have no right to do any such thing and I was so angry that I had to keep myself from throwing a lamp at the wall. I have been dealing with this bullshit for nearly four years now and I am completely tired of it. And when I saw another scandalous photo of 'me', I had decided that enough is enough.

"Nick," I snapped my mangager's name into the receiver. "I need you to get the IP address of whoever posted those photos. Now." It wasn't hard to tell that both pictures were from the same creator. They were both skillfully photo shopped and had a lot of effort put into them.

"Miss Edwards, I assure you we've been trying to trace the picture back to whoever this was but-" he tried to explain but I cut him off.

"No, I want to find out who this person is today. I want you to work non-stop until their identity is revealed are we clear?" I was being a total bitch and completely harsh, but I didn't have any shits to give. I was fed up with this and I am going to clear my name once and for all, starting with these god damn photos.

"Perrie I-"

"Are we clear," I asked again in a venomous tone and I could hear him gulp through the receiver.

"Crystal ma'am."

"Good. I want to be notified as soon as you find out who this person is," I told him sternly.

"Of course ma'am. I'll call you as soon as- wait, Miss Edwards I think we found something," Nick said and I heard him mumbling to someone next to him.

"We have the identity of the suspect ma'am."