Begin Again - Ted Sweeran

Chapter 12 - Drunk

Chapter 12 - Drunk

Taylor's POV

"I'm going out with some friends" Ed yelled from upstairs. I was on the couch working with my fifth record and some documents. My week off of the Red Tour is over and we are not in good moods, I have one month more of tour and Ed told me that he's going to England for three weeks.

Ed sat next to me, I closed my Mac and took off my glasses. "At what time you'll be here?" I said looking at him. "Probably at eleven or midnight" I nodded and continued working, it's 5 p.m. enough for me to finish and start packing. "I want you at home early, I'm not going to stress more myself because you're late" I don't want to be rude but I can't control my tone of voice, he nodded. "I'll be here at 10. Take care" he said and gave me a peck on my cheek. "Ok, you too love" I smiled a little and continued with my things. He left and now I was alone.

Ed's POV

"Another beer please" I'm not drunk yet, just a little dizzy, I know that if I get drunk Taylor will kill me and more because she has been stressed all day. "You are drinking nothing man" a friend asked. "You haven't heard? He's with Taylor Swift" Sam said and everybody spitted out their drinks. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" another guy said and Sam nodded. "You drugged her, right? Or she's blind?" he asked. "How? You're not her type" They kept asking and saying lots of things of Taylor, all their words bothered me, but I can't remember them because the next thing I know is that I was drunk... again.

Taylor's POV

I'm there on the couch waiting for Ed to appear, it's almost 2 a.m. and I just finished all my things. I called him lots of times but nothing, I'm going to call the police if he doesn't appear in 5 minutes. I walked through all the house impatient waiting for him, finally I heard someone on the door.

"ED!" I yelled running towards him as he closed the door. I was going to hug him but he took me by the waist and started to kiss me. Ugh, it's disgusting the taste of his mouth, it's..... beer. I can't stand that smell on his breath and the taste on his lips, it's just.... ugh!. He's drunk. We kept kissing but I don't want to continue it, because it's disgusting and it's not Ed, he's like another guy. I placed my hands on his chest trying to pull again lightly but I can't. It's the first time I see him drunk, and I hate it because things are getting bad. I felt his hands running down my back and get into my shirt, I took them and pulled them out. "Love, stop" I barely said between the kiss, I'm not kissing him anymore but he just don't pull away. One of his hands tried to unbutton my shirt as another ran down my lower back. Why I haven't pulled away? This is wrong. I pushed him and he fell onto the floor. "You're strong" he said and I helped him to get up. "Ed, lets go to sleep, you need some rest" I said and he hugged me. "I love you wife" he said kissing my shoulder and I laughed. "Seriously Ed, stop doing that and I'm your girlfriend not wife" he laughed but kept kissing me up to my neck. "I'm going to push you again if you keep kissin-" I was cut off by my own self, he found my weak spot on the neck and he's nibbling it. This is wrong, I'm the only one conscious. No.