All Too Well: A sweeran oneshot

All too well: a sweeran oneshot

The crowd seems much larger and scarier than normal.

That's what I'm thinking as I sit down in front of a beautiful red grand piano and prepare to play the toughest song to perform live I have ever written.

True, I have sung it almost every day for the last year. I even performed it at the Grammys. You would think the sting would of worn off by now. And I guess it would have, if it wasn't for Jake's phone call last night.

Not content with breaking my heart, he had called me up one last time, once again crumpling me with his casually cruel words. I guess he found out about me dating Ed.

After he'd hung up, I had fallen to the floor, tears running down my face. The phone call had brought it all back- the beautiful memories, the intense amounts of pain. There on the floor of my hotel room I had sobbed my eyes out, feeling like the tears would never stop, ever. That's where Ed had found me. He didn't said anything, just pulled me gently to my feet and held me as I cried myself out.

Now though, there is no Ed, and I am singing in front of thousands and thousands of fans. My fingers are trembling already, my piano playing a little off. I can see Ed backstage, but I can't see his expression. He's looking straight at me, waving his hands about. He seems to be encouraging me to keep going.

I manage to get through the first verse and chorus, forcing myself not to think about the words I am singing. The second verse is shaky but it's the second chorus where things start to deteriorate.

I can feel the massive lump in my throat and tears prick the back of my eyes. I manage to get through the chorus, terribly, but when I attempt the bridge, I literally can't do it. I am crying too hard, tears cascading down my face in a waterfall of pain and confusion.

I stop playing, and the band does too. The crowd is deathly quiet. The band and back up singers look at each other nervously as I wipe my eyes, smudging mascara all over my costume. This is a disaster. I have to keep singing.

But I can't. I literally, legitimately can't.

Through the tears I can see a figure. He's walking out into the stage. I frown and squint, but the tears are making it too blurry for me to see.

The figure gets closer and closer until I realise who it is and my heart stops.

It's Ed.

My band looks completely shocked. This was obviously not planned. Ed reaches me and grabs my hands, pulling me off my piano stool. His blue eyes are full of sincerity and gentle concern.

He pulls me against him and I fall into his arms. He wraps them around me and I lean my head into his chest, tears soaking his shirt. He locks me in his embrace, stroking my hair.

I hear the crowd awww and in the back of my mind I think 'they're not supposed to know'. But I don't care. Ed's arms are too comforting.

I look up at him, still crying, and he smiles gently.

"It's ok, it's ok..." He says firmly, and then kisses the top of my head. I smile as the tears start to slow.

Gently he disentangles me from him and sits me down on the stool again. He sits down next to me and I lean my head against his shoulder. He gently takes my hand in his and guides my fingers to the right keys on the piano.

"It's ok." He whispers in my ear. "I'm here."

I start to play and so does the band. I rush straight to the bridge and tears spring into my eyes again, but Ed strokes my hair softly and kisses the top of my head again and I find the tears disappear.

I manage to finish the song. It's shaky, but I finish it.

The crowd roars. They wave every light up thing they have. They scream louder than any crowd I have ever seen before.

I manage to smile wanly as the lights dim and the piano starts to slowly descend. The minute I am out of sight I fall into Ed's strong arms and he secures me in his embrace one again, kissing the top my head repeatedly.

"You alright love?"

I nod without speaking as the piano hits the ground. He tries to stand up but my wait drags him down. He chuckles a gently takes my hand in his. We stand up together and step into the mill of people trying to help me change into my next outfit as quickly as possible.

I'm caught up in the sea of people, but before I can get dragged off I turn to Ed.

"thankyou." I whisper softly. "I love you."

He smiles and strokes my new shorter hair away from my face.

"You deserve it."

Someone grabs my hand and tries to pull me away.

"Taylor, you're on in fifteen!"

I ignore them and continue talking to Ed.

"Talk later?" I ask softly. He nods.

"I love you, Taylor."

"You too, Ed."

I allow myself to be pulled away into the tidal wave of frantic people, but all the way through the screaming of the crowds and the costume changes and the shouting and the make up and the rush, my eyes and my thoughts are on him. Always.