change.

seven.

"This slope is treacherous. This path is reckless. And I like it."-Taylor Swift, (Treacherous)

Elena's POV

There was another basement concert the next night with Ed as the headlining act. I was better at my wardrobe choice this time, opting for a black puffy blouse tucked into dark denim shorts.

I went with my sister and Liam, not wanting them to question anything. Joyce kept talking about Ed on the way though, she was kind of obsessed with him. And I had no problem with him-interesting hair and pretty blue eyes. I thoroughly enjoyed his Game of Thrones shirt from the last performance.

We arrived at the house a little bit after seven, and there were more cars than last time. I noticed Harry's Porsche and smiled to myself. Jesus, what does he do for a living?

The basement was a bit more packed than last time, and as soon as my sister left, I felt a tap on my shoulder and whipped around.

I instantly melted. He was there in a black shirt, matching ripped jeans, brown boots that really needed to be thrown away, and a magenta beanie. He was holding two drinks. They were both clear and one had something green in them. I pushed the possibility of Harry spiking them out of my mind.

"Hey," he said to Jesy, who just assumed her spot on the stage.

"Hey, which one is for me?" I spoke to the ground. Not looking suspicious to my sister and Liam when she was trying to get shots of the joint was hard.

"This one," he said, holding up his left hand. "It's an apple and Bacardi, since I don't know how much of a lightweight you are." He said when they turned back around. I smiled up at him and took the drink.

"Thanks, but I'd rather take that fruit and barely you're having."

He lifted his eyebrows in surprise and I scrunched up my face in a smile as I turned around.

I sipped my drink, which didn't taste like alcohol at all, and the MC bounded over. I thought she was coming to me, but then she went behind me and approached Harry.

Oh, hell no.

How does she know Harry? And she better put those boobs back in her dress and introduce the next act!

Wait, wait. Cool it, Elena.

Don't change.

He's just a guy. Maybe they're friends!

I clenched my glass a little tighter and tried to focus on the horrible rapper talking about how good drugs are. But I couldn't help but overhear bits of their conversation.

"I think I'm seeing his ghost."

"Just don't focus on it."

I tightened my jaw.

"Just friends, just friends, just friends..." I thought to myself.

Jesy huffed and went back up to introduce the next act, a singer for a change. I didn't catch her name, but her sultry tone and deep voice intoxicated me more than my alcoholic beverage, I couldn't help but sway along.

"Dyou reckon she's good?" Asked a voice next to me. It was British, which I guess is a thing in crowded basements, and kind of quiet.

"Yeah, I like her."

I turned to him and realized that it was Ed, beer in one hand, guitar case in the other.

"Hey, Ed!" My face lit in surprise.

"Yeah, I think I know who you are. Elena." He said.

I took a step back.

"How...exactly...?" I couldn't find words. This was so weird.