Roller Coaster Kind Of Rush: Sweeran Fanfic

There's Always Someone Who Disapproves (chapter 12)

I woke up and mentally remembered everything that had just happened to me the past few days. I fell asleep in Ed's arms last night before the first night in Kansas City. I sighed with happiness and got ready for breakfast.

I got a banana and ate it in a hurry. I was running late-it was already 1:30.

"Ed!" I yelled a little too loud, considering he was right behind me.

"Yeah?" he laughed at me. I was freaking out.

"I heard people were going to picket outside of the concert tonight," I panicked and grabbed some water.

"Why?"

"I don't know... I saw a picture about it on twitter. I'm super nervous. What if the fans don't show?"

"Don't worry. They will!" he reassured me and rubbed my back.

"Thanks," I said under my breath and gave him a hug with one hand. He hugged me back. I love him so much. I didn't know what I would do without him.

So everything was normal. I got ready just as I did, met with my band, etc.

I saw the picketers. They held signs like, "God H8s Fags" and "God H8s Sluts." I was hurt by those, I'm not going to lie.

But I didn't get why they were doing this. Everyone deserved a chance for love, even if it's with the same sex.

I didn't care if they thought I was a slut. I've been called that too many times to count.

I decided to ignore it because all they wanted was attention.

For the B-stage secret song, I sang Our Song. I didn't know if the Westboro Baptist Church knew I was Christian, but I was. I sang that because one line was "asking God if He could play it again."

At the end of the show, I decided to be the bigger person. I knew what was right and wrong-no need to argue.

I got back to the tour bus where I asked my driver to drive us back to Nashville.

I started weeping softly in my room and I guess my mom heard.

"Taylor?" she opened the door and sat down next to me on my bed.

"Oh hi, mom," I wiped my tears and sat up.

"You alright?" she touched my arm.

"Yeah," I swallowed hard. I looked at the clock. It was about 2 AM.

"No you're not." She looked at me and sighed, "What's wrong, baby?"

Right when I was just about to tell her, Ed walked in, half asleep. "I heard you both talking. Are you OK?"

"Well it's just the whole Westboro thing...I just..." I started and I cried some more and my mom engulfed me in a hug.

"Oh, I know, dear,"

Ed sat next to us on my bed and I knew he wanted to hug me. We wouldn't do any of that romantic stuff in front of my mom. "It'll be OK. They shouldn't have done that. It's so fucking stupid," Ed added.

My mom widened her eyes at that language.

He looked embarrassed and then corrected himself, "Sorry- they're so freaking stupid."

"Yeah, sweetie. No need to get bent out of shape at it." My mom rubbed my back and they both looked really concerned.

"I hope they didn't say anything mean to my fans..." I got out my phone and searched it on twitter. I didn't read anything of them being rude to others except the chanting.