A/N:
Hi, I literally only changed Dominos to Pizza Hut. Nothing else is new though. An update should be coming soon!
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"'Little Mix cancel US Salute tour', BBC Newsbeat,"
"'Little Mix cancel North American leg of the Salute tour', LiveJournal, "
"'Little Mix Cancels Entire North American Headlining Tour', PopCrush,"
"'Little Mix cancel their U.S. tour to focus on third album', Daily Mail,"
"'Little Mix can--'"
"Jade."
"Yeah?"
"Enough."
An irritated expression crosses her face as she digs a spoon into the tub of frozen mint chocolate ice cream. She chips away at the bits of mint for a little while before forcefully scooping out a spoonful and sticking it in her mouth. I can't tell if she's angry at me, the stubborn tub, or the fact that we had to cancel an entire leg of the tour to remake our third album, but I settle for option number two.
"But they're everywhere," I groan, rolling my eyes, "I can't escape it and it's annoying."
"This was our choice, we have to live with it now. Even if it is 'annoying'," she responds somewhat aggressively.
She's definitely a little bitter about the cancellation too.
I unfold my legs, rising from my spot on her futon, and cross the small space to her bed. I toss the extra pillows aside and sit cross-legged at the far end of the long piece of furniture, facing Perrie. My laptop rests in my lap as I continue scrolling through more of the posts.
"I know, it's just it's the first thing I see."
"Well, get off of it, then. You don't have to see it if you're not on your laptop."
"True..." I say hesitantly. I had been doing something on here before wandering off to those articles, but of course, I don't remember what.
The top of my laptop abruptly shuts as Perrie reaches across to close it. She rolls her eyes and picks up the container of ice cream, taking out a huge chunk in her frustration.
"That should solve it," she says, her eyes never once leaving the tub.
Minutes pass with me avoiding an obviously upset Perrie while she mindlessly eats small bites of the mint chocolate ice cream. Hating the silence, I escape to her kitchen to find something to snack on while she cools down. Unsurprisingly, her cabinets are very empty; We've been so busy lately and One Direction's still on tour, meaning no one has been here to fill them. Unfortunately, however, that means I have nothing to eat.
A takeout menu for Pizza Hut is posted to the fridge, so I pull out my phone to dial the number. Someone answers after a few rings to take my order.
"Hey, can I get an uh--"
"Are you ordering a pizza?" Perrie interrupts me, appearing next to the refrigerator.
I push the phone from my ear before answering her, "Uh, yes. You have no food and we can't drive, so takeout it is."
"Get me some chicken wings."
Rolling my eyes, I continue with my order, one large extravaganZZa pizzas with a side of pasta. Perrie patiently waits beside me until she hears me ask for her stupid chicken wings. Once she knows they've been added to the list, she bounces off in the direction of her bedroom. The guy tells me the total and I hang up.
