But You're Friction(a Sweeran fanfic)

Chp. 7

(The KCA's)

I stepped out of the red limo in my red ball gown. It was strapless and had a slit running up my

leg. Ed stood next to me in a suit. I looked down the runway. Even though the KCA's were rigged

they sure did attract a lot of celebrities trying to catch the eye of a younger crowd. I saw all of

them had dates. Was Ed really my first date since 2013? Harry than Ed? I guess I learned my

lesson about dating. I'm not aloud to do it. If I'm even seen with someone of the opposite sex, the

media paints "whore" on my forehead.

"Ouch" says Ed under his breath. That's when I realized I was digging nails into his arm in fear of

what they would say about him.

"Oh oh are you-" but I was drought put by him chuckling at my horrified response. We walked

about 5 feet and it took about 5 seconds for all the reporters and cameras to come rushing to us.

Gawping at the sight of me with a date. The first questing made me want to cry.

"Ed, why are you dating this whore?" But that was followed my a sea for more.

"Taylor, back to your old self?"

"What do you think their break up song will be?"

"How long will it last? I'm going to say a month." It had been lasting for about 6 months now.

Thank you very much.

Neither of us answered any of them. We jus kept walking. My nails now dug into the back of his

hand since I was holding it. He didn't as anything but he squeezed my hand to silently comfort

me. Why did I do this? Why did I submit him to this? The torment. The hate. The utterly putrid

things people will have to say about him. Why? How could I? When I finally regained

consciousness from deep thinking, we were almost to the entrance. We had had 1,000,000

pictures taken in about 30 yards. We walked into a massive hall with "KCA" written on giant

blimps. Nickelodeons creativity never fails to amaze me. We took our seats and waited. Neither of

us said anything for about half an hour. I looked at Ed and he looked hurt. Not the kind of hurt

that I saw the day we were kissing in my living room, but a non personal kind of hurt. I knew it, he

was hurt because I was. I looked at him quietly. And than I set my head on his shoulder. We still

had about half an hour until the show started. I was the final performance. Great. It took

everything in me not to burst into tears, and if I wanted to, I would have to wait until I went

backstage. Ed was now holding my arm and I looked at the timer. 10 minutes till show time. And

again I looked up. 5. And then 3 and than I lifted my head up while the final 60 seconds counted

down. When I sat up, Nikki Manj's spike dress had a spike that hit my armpit. And every time she

moved, little by little she pulled down my dress. Wonderful. The clock finally struck zero and Jack

Black appeared from nowhere. Slime, awards, more awards, slime. That was the arrangement of

the night. I wouldn't be winning anything. My label said they could pull strings and have me

sweep every category but I said not to. Maybe that would take the attention away from Ed and I.

The second to last awards were being announced when they called up Harry Styles to be the

presenter. Harry and I dated but I must have been stupid because he's a compleat ass and Ed is

his "best friend" but its really just a publicity stunt Harry's management set up.

"Hi there." Said the British has been. The last concert he sold out was 2 years ago. His fans had all

headed to a new cooler younger band called "Friday Dreamers." They a thousand times worse

than one direction but a thousand times more attractive.

"We'll its good to be here and see all my friends. I see a lot of people I've become really wonderful

friends with. For example, there's my lovely ex girlfriend Taylor. Looks like she's with my ugly ex

best friend Ed Sheeran." By now, I was positive the cameras had paned to us I hope they couldn't

see the tears in my eyes.

"Be careful Ed," I cringed because I knew what was coming next, "blink too many times and she'll

have an album about you coming out tomorrow!" With that the crowd went whiled. The joke was

old completely ridiculous. I knew the cameras panned away because I have to go get ready.

"I have to go" I said with my voice shaking to Ed. He picked up on just how upset I was and

immediately got up with me. I ran up the isle where James waited for me.

"Your boyfriend can't come blondie."

"I don't care!" I snapped at him walking down the hall. He didn't as another word about Ed being

there and Ed didn't say a word, and neither did I. We walked about 200 feet before I collapsed on

the floor crying. I couldn't handle it, the words, the bad things they were saying about Ed. It want

fair. He did nothing. NOTHING to deserve this. I did it. I wrote that song, I started it. This is all

my fault. All of it.

"Taylor" Ed said sweetly.

"No"

"Love you have to go get dressed"

"I can't."

"You can, I'll help you." He said. And quickly finished "not like that help you but I'll help"

"I can't do this"

"What?"

"Us"

"What they say, what they think, it doesn't matter to me. I have you. Taylor, you are the most

amazing thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I don't give a

damn about what Harry says or what headlines tonight. I just care that every day, I get to hold you

in my arms."

I hugged him remembering the vow I made to myself 8 years ago. I will not let fame change me. I

will no let the press change my mind about live or anything else for that matter. I walked

backstage with Ed holding my hand and James coaxing me preforming but I was going to

regardless. I didn't care what they thought as long as Ed was mine.

(Authors note)

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