Chapter 18

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I pulled back, Ed was wide eyed.


"What's was that for?" he whispered, paps shouting from a million places.



"I don't know. just publicity I guess" he nodded. we awkwardly stood there for a second.




"Could I come in.. its kinda crazy out here." he chuckled.




"Right" I smiled ad led him Inside, the blinding lights nearly made me smack my face into the wall. once we were safely inside and the door was shut I led him into the dining room.




"You must be Ed" my father spoke, he wore one of his famous smirks. this cant be good.





"Yes. I am" Ed held his hand out but my dad wouldn't take it.





"You're going to spend a year with my daughter on tour, correct ?"





"Correct, sir" Ed cleared his throat. "until the contac-" I smack his back. Ed gave me a questioning look, but I saw it click. my parents don't know about the contract, they think I'm actually dating him. my dad cocked his eyebrow but left it at that.






I led Ed to the table and he sat next to me. my dad went Into the kitchen and left us alone.





"They don't know about the contract." I said.





"Oh I see, its probably better they don't, your father doesn't seem to fond of me." he spoke, I nodded.




"Don't be hates all my old boyfriends."





"Haha- wait seriously?" I chuckled just as my mother bursted Into the room, you could smell her perfume all the way at the other end of the room.





"God, mom how much perfume do you Need?" I said covering my nose.





"Oh come on Ridley, remember when you left for prom, the whole house smelt like Britney Spears for weeks." my cheeks heated up.





"Hmm, Britney Spears perfume? nice" Ed nudged my arm. "I'm Ed." he introduced himself to my mom, she ran over and gave him a hug, surely he's chocking.






"Ed Sheeran, I love your music." My mom cooed, jeezus, she sounds like a teenager,





"Hah thanks. your daughter is a very good artist also." I smiled,





"Time to eat!" my dad yelled.





Harry's POV.








Dinner with Kendall was alright, she's rather annoying might i add, the whole time she was talking about her favorite shoes, and styles.






Getting out of the shower, I put on some skinny jeans and a red t-shirt, ruffling my curls, I slid on my converse ad grabbed my, Ridleys green beanie. I have to meet Kendall at Culvers. an ice Creme shoppe. saying bye to the lads I walked out of the hotel, the warm California air blew my hair back, I walked about a block before people started noticing. shit. I signed a few autographs and took pictures.





"How do you feel about Ridley kissing Ed..." a little girl, around twelve asked. Ridley kissed Ed?






"What?" I asked, a little to sudden. The fan shoved a paper in my face, Ridley looked really into it as Ed looked taken aback. the paps were swarming them. "oh uh, I have to go." I said and pushed through the crowd. finally I made it in the ice Creme shoppe. I saw Kendall sitting in the corner ,






"Hey" she said.





"Hi" I smiled, sitting down I pulled out my phone. it was silent to a second but when I looked up Kendall was drawing something, she had glasses on the rim of her nose and she looked like she was concentrating hard. "what are you drawing?" I asked, she looked at me.





"Them." her pencil pointed to the little girl playing with her dads hands across the room.





"That's really good." I said looking back at her book,





"Thanks." she smiled. why is she completely different now then she was last night?





"Where did you learn to draw like that?"





"My dad, he used to take me to the lake... after my mum died, and we would draw together." a smile crept on her lips like she was reliving the memory.





"I'm sorry." I played with my hands.





"It's alright." she sketched some more, I zoned out and listened to the sound the pencil made as it scratched the white paper, but it stopped. I looked up and met Kendall's brown eyes, the glistened. "sorry for acting like a bitch yesterday, I was just trying too hard." she chuckled,





"I have to admit, I like this Kendall more then the other" I said,






"Well I always had a little Crush on you." she giggled. her cheeks Heating up.






"What else do you like to do?" I asked,




"Erm... I like to write, like poetry."





"Me too!" I pulled my Leather book out, I keep it on me all the time."I write songs and shit in here." I opened a page, "want to hear a song I'm working on?"





"Of course"




I handed her my book and her eyes scanned it.





Kendall's POV-






One day you'll come into my world and say it all
You say we'll be together even when you're lost
One day you'll say these words
I've thought but never said
You say we're better off together in our bed

I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining

Come on, jump out at me
Come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?

The script was written and I could not change a thing
I want to rip it all to shreds and start again
One day I'll come into your world and get it right
I'll say we're better off together here tonight

I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining

Come on, jump out at me
Come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?

I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining

Come on, jump out at me
Come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?

I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
Is it too much to ask for something great?

You're all I want
So much it's hurting
You're all I want
So much it's hurting





I finished reading and I looked up at Harry, he was already looking at me,





"This is so good!" I yelled sliding his book back.





"Thanks, your the first person I ever let read out of my book." I smiled,





"That actually means a lot."



















Woah shit Hendall everyone, whats your opinions on it?




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