Everything Has Changed- A Taylor Swift Fanfic

Chapter 11

"YOU ALWAYS WRITE ABOUT SOME DUMB GUY WHO BREAKS UP WITH YOU. NOW I'M GONNA BE IN THE NEXT SONG!" Ed yells.

"YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT MY MUSIC SO WHY SHOULD YOU CRITICIZE!" I retort.

"YOU GO THROUGH BOYFRIENDS LIKE KLEENEX!"

I run out into the street, tears streaking down my face. I sit on the curb, at 2 in the morning. Cold, and lonely. Our wedding is one month away, but I'm not sure if the wedding is still going on.

                                                              -Ed's POV-

I stomp around the house, mad. At myself. I punch the wall making my knuckles split open. I let the best thing in my life walk out on me. I let her go. Just like that. I punch the wall more, making my knuckles bleed even more. After I calm down, I run out into the street. Taylor's not there. I run to where I know she'll be. Where the sand meets the ocean. Her rock. That's where she writes her songs. All the songs on Red were written there. Except Everything has Changed. That was written on the trampoline. I run over there, only to find a blonde figure with her elbows rested on her knees.

                                -Taylor's POV-

I slump down on my rock crying my heart out. I ran out of the house. At 2 in the morning. In to the street. Our love story sounds a lot like my song Mine. I feel a tap on my shoulder, scaring me. I turn around to whoever it was, frightened.

"Ed?" I say in a shaky voice.

"Don't ever do that to me again." He says, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm really sorry. I won't do that again." I sob.

We walk back in to the house. My emotions have been off balance lately. I wonder why. But I try to control them, which is harder than it looks.

ONE MONTH LATER

I finish my lipstick, a bright, yet settle, red. My hair is curled and pulled back. My mom places the veil right above the bun. My bridesmaids, Liz, Caitlin, Katy, Claire, and Diana are dressed in a light red dress, similar to the Speak Now dress on the tour in 2011. Selena is the maid of honour, and she's wearing a light red dress with a boat neck. They all look beautiful.

I slip into my shoes, I opted for flats instead of heels, since the dress is so long. I clutch my boquet of pink, red and white flowers. I check myself in the mirror. I look like a bride. I'm actually getting married.