Again.. - Ed Sheeran-

Bye.

I was fast asleep, then I woke up. In the bed across from Ed, of course. I can't even remember the last time we were intimant. This is making me so mentally confused. I went on this tour to find a job and fufill my career oppurtunities, not to fall in love. 

I guess I should tell Stuart tomorrow that I'm done, and I'm going home. How could I possibly stay on tour with a guy that doesn't like me, and we just broke up...I think. 

Moving on is hard, especially from Edward Sheeran. 

I didn't really want to move on. Staying here, is what I really wanted. Guess you can't have everything in life because you have to pick and choose. 

My career is what I pick, not love. Love is for losers.

But I'm a loser. *sigh* 

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The bright sunshine glided through the room from the tiny window. My phone was going off. My alarm. 

I dismissed it, and got up, kicking the covers off of me. 

In just my Sofie shorts and cut off, I went into the kitchen. No one was here...and the bus was stopped. What the...?

My eyes met a tiny yellow note.

Taylor,

Things have been stressful lately. I figured you would want to be alone, so I got a hotel. Stuart will come and check up on you.. if needed. I'm so sorry, I don't deserve you.

Heartbroken, Ed <3

I sighed. He left. I guess I'll have to text and tell Stuart to meet up.

Hey Stuart. Can we meet up...I have to arrange somethings... -T

I couldn't say what I accually was going to do...in case Ed was seeing his phone. Anyone can guess what I'm about to do, quit. Because I'm a quitter. I didn't want to love. 

That's two relationships down the toliet. Why can't I just have a normal life...oh yeah. I'm a pop star, touring with Ed Sheeran. My phone vibrated below me,

Sure, there's a Starbucks down the street from the tour bus. Be there in 5. 

Goodbye career. 

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Opening the rectangular door to Starbucks, I searched for Stuart. He better be alone! 

I didn't see him, so I sat down in the far booth. Hardly anyone was in here, but this was also a very low key place in England. Where were we anyway....

I had changed my clothes to black skinny jeans, converse, and a Beetles tee. I threw my hair up in a high ponytail, my blonde hair falling down to my mid back. Looking put together, but feeling like a mess.

The tiny bell rang, signaling someone was coming in. I looked at the door and saw Stuart, alone. Thank god. 

He automatically saw me, and made his way over to me, smiling. 

"Hey, sorry I was late. I had to take care of E-eh...some things..." He sat down, "What did you want to discuss?" 

His eyebrows furrowed, waiting for the worst. 

"Well.. you probably know all that is going on...and um...Ed and I aren't doing to best." 

He motioned for me to go on. "Well... I want bigger things for me. I don't want to be just an opening act. I want to be more...and so I quit. As of now." 

Relief over flooded me when he didn't get angry. He looked....sad? Depressed? Anxious?

"B-but...why?" Stuttering, he softly whispered. 

"Well, I'm always the small part of everything. This job has opened so many doors for me, and I just want to move on."

"What about Ed?" Obviously Stuart was concerned on Ed's part. 

"He hates me-"

"Loves." Stuart interjected.

"Loves Alice. Ask him, he admitted it to me last night."

Stuart looked shocked. "He does..?" I nodded. "SHE..ugh. No, he doesn't accually. She broke his heart and he can never get over that. You can't get over your first boyfriend either." 

"I know. Ed and I are in the same boat of heartbreak. He makes me happy, but I have to look out for myself. I didn't come here to find love. I came here to make a life for myself."

"Are you seriously leaving?" Stuart asked.

"Yes, tomorrow. I already booked tickets. I'm sorry." I played with the hem of my shirt.

"I'm gonna miss you kid." Stuart's face turned into sorrow. 

"I'll miss you too. I'll pack tonight." I stood up and pushed myself to move my legs, not wanting to leave Stuart. We have gotten close over the past year. 

"Okay. Should I tell Ed?" Stuart was still sitting down. 

"No. Not tonight. Tell him tomorrow morning when I leave."

"Are you sure you don't want to say goodbye?" He challenged. I thought about this before. Goodbyes are too hard. 

"I'm sure I don't. Goodbye Stu." I smiled, showing my dimples. 

He smiled, "Bye." 

With that I turned and slowly walked out. I was sad, but I couldn't ignore the major weight that was just lifted off my shoulders.