Bad Blood

Chapter 1: Jump Then Fall

My fingers are cherry red, my face turning paper white. I'm holding on to the edge of my apartment buliding's roof. I feel like a fox, dangling infront of the paparazzi. They're the hunters waiting for me to fall so they can shoot, waiting so they can get the perfect cover photo.
Ed's screaming something, but I can't hear him. All the sounds that come my way are muted by the fear bubbling up inside of me.

I'm ten stories up, hanging on like my life depends on it, because it does. Ed's holding onto me so tight it hurts.
The police and fire department, along with the ambulence, are waiting down below for when my red fingers slip.

My thin little arms are growing weaker by the second. Ed holding on to me provides some support, but not enough.

Harry Styles, my ex-boyfriend, did this. He's obsessive over me and will never leave me alone. Harrys always asking me out even though we broke up a year ago. Today, when he invited me to the rooftop I thought maybe he was going to apologize for this horrible year. But nope, just another date proposal. This time he lost his temper when I declined and told him about Ed. He started pushing me towards the edge. I tried to calm him down, but nothing worked. When I finally fell off, he shook his head and ran off with a confused look on his face. I knew I was gonna die.

I snap back into reality. Ed gives one last tug, harder than any other, and heaves me up onto the roof. I fling myself into his arms.

This is where I should be. In Ed's arms. Safe and sound with no fear. Not in Harry's. His are cold as ice.