The Swift-Sheeran Family.

Chapter 27

Ed's POV:
I'm a mess. The kids are coming round today for the first time and I am a drunken mess. Crap. F***.
They're going to my parents so they don't have to see my apartment. Taylor's moved on and I miss her so much. I hate myself for doing what I did. I'm so incredibly stupid.
I sober up and drive to my parents where I see my three girls sitting on the sofa. My eyes well up as I walk in to see Ev run up to me.
"Daddy! Daddy! Where have you been?" She hugs me and I pick her up and hold her against me tightly. I shower her face with kisses and keep ahold of her as tears run down my face. I'm not one to cry believe me.
"I don't know monkey, but I'm back now." I whisper as Maya clings to my legs.
"Daddy!" Maya whines and I put Ev down and pick her sister up and follow the same procedure.
"Hey princess, I've missed you," I press a kiss to the top of her head and walk over to A.
"Alcohol is not the answer," She whispers, chewing on her lip.
"A," My voice goes quiet as I realise what she's thinking.
"I will not let you turn into a copy of my parent." Her voice is inaudible to my other children but I hear it loud and clear.
"Arri, I'm sorry, I..." My voice fades as my Mum walks back in.
"No, Ed. There's no sorry, there's just I won't do it again, and you will not otherwise you can forget me ever bringing my sisters back to see you." She replies and my Mum looks at me then A then glares at me in utter shock.
"Daddy, I want to go somewhere," Ev sighs as she sits in my lap.
"Where then little monkey?"
"The zoo!" She cheers.
"That's an excellent idea Ev!" My Mum responds and everyone gets everything together and we head to the nearest zoo.
My two youngest absolutely adore it and A is so loving over her sister's it is mad.
"I'm gonna leave now, I've just got to go somewhere," A tells the girls and my parents.
"Give me your house keys," She sighs as I hand them over.
Shawn's POV:
"Ugh Aaliyah how much longer do you have to practise driving in my car?" I ask impatiently, Arri had gone to see Ed in her week off and I was at my parents. My parents were gutted when they found out that she couldn't be here, they really love her.
"I don't know, till I feel confident." Aaliyah mutters as I turn on the radio.
"We're here with the wonderful Erin Johnson to talk about your new single Peroxide. Hey Erin,"
"Heya, thank you for having me!" I can just imagine the crap she's gonna talk about me.
"So, what's this new single about then?" The interviewer asks.
"I was in a relationship a couple years ago and it didn't go great from start to finish. He then moved on with another girl and it's almost my warning to his new girl should I say," She speaks sweetly, so much her voice almost become sickly.
"Is this about your previous relationship with Mr Mendes by any chance?"
"Maybe," She giggles somewhat nervously.
"Well let's give it a play then, this is Peroxide." (Song originally by Nina Nesbitt).
I listen to the lyrics and recognise them from somewhere, but not her voice.
"Wasn't that a song Arri wrote?" Aaliyah asks; "She's a b****."
"F***. If it's not on the credits she can go to prison." I sigh and run a hand through my hair.
"Text A, she probably had the song sold ages ago though,"
"She'll let her have it, she won't care. But everyone else does though, I care and I don't want Arri getting told it isn't her song when clearly it is."
Arri's POV:
I walk into Ed's apartment. My hand flies to my mouth and my eyes dart between any form of alcohol imaginable. This is going.
I tidy it all up and throw it away, parring the low volume cans of weak beer and cider. I stroll round the rest of the house and walk into a big room down one of the corridors.
The room is gorgeously decorated, fit for two little princesses. Pictures of us all hang on the wall among the wall space between one single bed and one toddler bed with the surround still round the outside.
I find a notebook and open it, the heading of the first page being album 3. I read through the songs, one by one and recognise the meaning of every lyric. I come to around the 10th page where the title is simply 'Tay and Ed'. The song is beautiful, it'd win any award. There are rips on the page but part of me feels that Ed didn't want to throw away this one. He'd even written a dedication; "To our wonderful daughters, Arabella Maya, Evelyn Grace and Maya Grace, Mom and Dad love you loads. You've made our world and we hope we've made yours. Each of you are our everything, you can do whatever you wish to with your life. A, keep on producing your incredible music, get a ton of Grammys (to add to your current collection) so we can have a family total of around 15-20. Ev, keep smiling and believing in fairies and princesses, you'll always be our little monkey. Maya, we have no idea where you'll end up but may it be somewhere where you may take throwing food at people the norm. To all of you, we love you no matter what, we love you through light and dark and this song is for you. Love Mom and Dad."
My eyes well up as I hear the door open and I place the notebook down again.
"Arri, dear." Ed's Mom walks in.
"Hey," I smile and she looks round the apartment.
"Why did you come here early?"
"To see if there was actually running water, he's living off alcohol."
"You're joking," She mutters and puts down food shopping. "I knew he wasn't eating much but back to alcohol, it's not great for any of you kids to witness." I help her put away the food in time for when everyone gets back.
It gets late and I walk up to Ed with his notebook in my hands. "Ed?" I ask hesitantly.
"Yeah honey," He turns round and smiles.
"Why is album 3 not out yet? You have a whole album ready,"
"What happened A, a few months ago my single dwindled to nothing."
"Oh, I..."
"Yeah," He mutters as I sit down and cross my legs opposite him.
"Have you ever considered letting your real anger into music,"
"What?" He leans forward.
"Like when you're actually angry singing it, or when you're actually upset or happy writing in that moment in particular."
"No,"
"Try it,"
"A?" Ed asks after a moment's silence.
"Yep,"
"Will you help me make this album?"
"Are you serious? Oh my god yes!" I leap up and hug him tightly.
"Thank you, for everything. It must be so chaotic now."
"Yeah, I'm so tired of Mom being so in love and all that crap. We do not orbit around planet Tom and Taylor, it's so annoying." I sigh and Ed looks at me apologetically.
"Things will get better A," Ed tells me. I just really hope they do.