Protecting Leah

Who Says?

Leah's P.O.V

I felt Taylor's arms wrap around me as she pulled me round and closer to her, I shake my head to her previous question. I wasn't okay. Not by far, life was bad but I was guessing she meant about me practically falling on her. "What hurts?" she whispered, her chin resting on my head and I suddenly realised the cameras weren't flashing; everyone was watching Taylor be Taylor. "My head..." I muttered turning to look at her I saw the worry etched into her face. "Do you want to get up?" she whispers as I nod my head and she gets me to stand up while still supporting my weight, which wasn't much because I am an orphan and stories are real. I was a super skinny kid, blonde curls and blue eyes that turned light blue almost grey in winter. After she stood up she then stooped down and picked up her handbag and put on her shoes while balancing me, I noticed things were still woozy then she picked me up.

Taylor's P.O.V

I was planning a quiet night out in Nashville, while I'm home for a while. Ed Sheeran is in town and we were meeting for a quiet drink, well he would drink I would have diet coke or water. When all of a sudden after stepping out of the car a small child landed at my feet so I screamed. The paparazzi that had been following me stopped taking pictures and stared. I kicked off my heels and dropped my handbag before kneeling beside the girl. My driver handed me a bottle of fruit juice, "Yuck" I thought as I sat her on my knee and made her drink some and when she began to spit it out I smiled internally maybe she thought it was gross too. But she seemed to be coming around. Then I started to ask her questions. She answered then I realised we were both sitting on the cold, hard ground. I stood her up she was pretty wobbly on it.

I guessed she was about four or so and so I put on my shoes then picked her up. The papers could say what they wanted but I wasn't going to walk away. So I picked her up and carried her to the nearest park bench, sitting with her in my lap I continued to question her. When I asked her where she lived I noticed that she turned away a little. So I tried a different approach. "I forgot to say, my name is Taylor. What's your name?" "Leah Wilson, I live round the corner in the Orphanage." She looked shocked. I smiled slightly and said, "Would you like me to walk you back Leah?" I watched her nod so I picked her up and put her on the ground, taking her hand we walked to the front of the orphanage. Then the most horrible thing happened...