Never Known Love

Chapter 27

*Jade's POV*

Let's face it... I'm absolutely scared out of my mind right now. All these people at the airport plus my dad drama plus my first plane ride. I've been trying to keep cool, because mum doesn't need to be worrying about me right now. She should be focused on her career, not to mention she isn't allowed to be stressed. We finally made it to the private jet, and I was already mentally exhausted. I was having panic attacks in my mind left and right, I just couldn't show it. As soon as we got on the jet, I went to the bathroom. I got in the corner and rocked back and forth, trying to control my nerves. I didn't realize I was crying until I got up and went to the sink. I washed my face, leaving any trace of a breakdown unnoticed. Then mum came and knocked on the door, saying we were about to lift off, therefore I would need to get I my seat. I came out and sat next to dad. I clenched my fists, nervous. Possibilities of what cold go wrong. I tried to block them out, but they swarmed my head. What if we had an engine malfunction, or the plane just stops, then falls into the ocean. What if the pilot has a heart attack, or someone on board. What if we had to jump out, and ended up lost at sea... what if- "Jade, honey are you okay? Jade?" I heard being called, breaking e from my train of thought. I looked up to see dad looking at me worriedly. "Jade are you okay baby?" he asked. "I'm scared," I mumbled, well mere like whimpered. "Honey, these pilots have doe this millions of times before okay? Nothing will go wrong I promise you. Why don't you just get to sleep and we will be to Miami in no time okay? Here rest your head on my shoulder, then just drift off, I love you." He said, reassuring me. Well I guess I should try to sleep. I rested my head on dad's shoulder and drifted off into the land of the unconscious.

*Ed's POV*

With Jade's head on one shoulder, and Taylor's on the other, I felt content with my two girls next to me. Becca was asleep across from me, and so everyone was far away from the world but me. I looked down at Jade, the way her curly brown hair framed her face when she was sleeping, the way her eyebrows scrunched up when she was dreaming, the way she would unknowingly bite her lip, made me all the more grateful I heard her singing that day. If not we would have ended up with some snobby girl who loves makeup and would've used us for fame, unlike Jade, who doesn't want people to know it is her so she can do it all by herself. She will be offered a record deal one day, as soon as she starts opening for us, record labels will be on our doorstep begging us for her. She will have a wonderful life if she chooses to be a singer. She already is going on her first world tour, even if she is going as an opening act and our daughter.

Before either of them woke, I quickly snapped a picture of both them on my shoulder. "@edsheeran: (AN: I have no idea if that is his real twitter, but I'm too lazy to look it up.) " 'Having my two girls here makes my life worth living...'" I then posted the picture of the two of them, with me in the middle on Twitter, making sure to tag them. I then scrolled through my feed a little, following back some people, retweeting, tweeting, and commenting. I wanted to make some ones day when they realized Ed Sheehan liked/commented on/reposted their tweet. I loved it when someone would start fangirling, it made me feel like I made a slight change in their life, just by doing so. It made me feel good inside, knowing I can help other people just with a simple click of a button. As I was thinking, I felt myself slowly drift off, until I was asleep too.