Holy Ground - Sweeran Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Every Crowd

Taylor's POV

Harry was coming to see me perform tonight, yay! I'm so excited! Ed and I are mended, and I cannot wait to play Everything Has Changed with him tonight. I can't be more happy!

Scrolling through my phone in my dressing room, I felt something tickle my side. I checked around and saw nothing. "What the...?" I said to myself.

"Boo!" Harry popped out from behind the couch.

"OH MY GOD!" I said, scared and happy at the same time to see him.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes!" I got up from my seat and hugged him. His arms were wrapped around my waist and mine were wrapped around his neck, like the ideal couple. He pulled me closer for a kiss. I hadn't kissed him in a while, and it felt good.

I heard the door knob creek, and before I knew it, the door was wide open, with an even wider-eyed Ed standing in the doorway. "Uh, I'm sorry mates, I-"

"No, no, Ed. It's fine." Harry cleared his throat and intertwined my hand with his and walked over to Ed.

"I see you two have gotten quite friendlier since the last time I saw you two together." Ed said with raised eyebrows and I couldn't help but snicker.

"Yeah, I guess. Just a little." Harry laughed and put his arm around me. I looked at Ed and he seemed deflated. "What's up, mate?"

"Hm?" Ed said, stirring him from his daydream.

"Are you okay? You seem dead to the world." Harry pointed out and punched his shoulder playfully.

"Uh, I'm fine. Listen, I gotta go do something. I'll see you later." He said and quickly walked out of the room.

"Did he seem weird to you? Or was it just me?"

"I think he's just a little tired. That's all." I lied. I knew why he was this way. I couldn't help but feel sad and guilty and embarrassed.

"I guess so."

Ed's POV

I walked into my dressing room and slammed the door. Of course she was making out with Harry in her dressing room! It was her dressing room, after all. Why didn't I knock? Wow I can be stupid sometimes. Really, really stupid.

My blood felt as if it was boiling. Was this jealousy? If it wasn't, I didn't know what was. God, this feeling's awful. My heart started aching, in a rotting sort of way; as if they'd never split and Taylor and I would never go out. Would I ever get to prove how good of a boyfriend I would be?

As the concert approached, I walked out of my dressing room with my guitar in my hand. I was ready. Who cares if Taylor had a boyfriend? I had convinced myself to think like this. I mean, I'm a young man with a great future ahead of himself. Someday I'll have a big family with lots of little kids running all over the place.

I then saw Taylor walk out of her dressing room, looking beautiful as usual in her outfit. I saw her hand in Harry's and it felt like someone punched me right in the stomach. All those thoughts of not needing her were thrown right out the window; I need her.

"Hey, Ed! Good luck tonight!" Taylor came over and hugged me.

"You too," I said and hugged her back, uncomfortably.

"Are you okay? You seem a little off tonight." She noticed and then put her hand back in between Harry's.

"I..I'm fine. No worries about me."

She smiled and walked back into her dressing room, and closed the door. Why can't I be Harry?

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