Sweeran One-shots

Secure Again

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Taylor stumbles a little as she gets up from bed to answer the door. Her hair is tied into a ponytail, little strands of blonde hair poking out here and there. She yawns as she pulls down the sleeves of her sweater, she gets up from the warmth of her bed and onto her hardwood floors.

As she walks past her kitchen Taylor glances at the clock, it's almost 11 o'clock in the afternoon. She takes a quick look in the mirror, making sure she looks presentable, before making her way towards her front door. She tugs down on her shorts a little, and opens the door.

The familiar color of red along with blue eyes are the first things she identifies, and she is quick to squeal out his name.

"Ed!" she says enthusiastically, pulling him in for a tight hug. She hears his laugh from behind her ear as she puts her arms around his neck. Pulling back, she takes a minute to look at him. He still looks exactly the same, except now he's shaved. It was odd not seeing the red scruff that was usually covering his jaw line. But nonetheless, she's so happy to see him.

"I thought you weren't flying in until next week?" she questions as she gently coaxes him into her house. He takes off his sweater and sets down the guitar he's brought with him to the side.

"I was able to catch an earlier flight, thought I'd come by and surprise you." He answers, sitting down on the couch next to Taylor. He smiles as he sees her eyes sparkle from across him. He can tell she's missed his company just as much as he missed hers. Somehow her presence always made him feel right at home.

"Can I play you a song?" Ed asks her, reaching over for the guitar.

"Can you play me a song?" Taylor mocks playfully, knowing that Ed should already know the answer to that question.

He chuckles as he sets the guitar in his lap, and begins to pluck away a lovely melody that echoes throughout the still house. He hasn't formed complete verses yet, but he has the chorus down, and within just minutes so does Taylor. They sing and harmonize for a couple minutes before the song comes to an end. Taylor is smiling from cheek to cheek at this point, Ed and his music were definitely two things she couldn't see herself living without. There's a small pause, and Ed's eyes meet Taylor's, and for a moment, everything is alright again. It's as if all the time and miles keeping them apart simply diminished, and all they have is each other, the way they both knew deep down it always should be.

Taylor bites her lower lip before stealing the guitar from him. She giggles and begins to match the tune, struggling a bit to find the correct chord from time to time, but Ed was always there to assist her, and they fall back into perfect harmonization.

Taylor's arm travels up and down the neck of the guitar, and absent-mindedly, she pulls one of her sweater sleeves up to her elbow, and returns back to strumming.

That's when he sees them.

The scars, 5 skinny lines cut vertically across her wrist. His eyebrows crease a little, taking a second look at the slashes on her skin. He thinks maybe if he looks long enough, somehow they'll disappear. But seconds pass by, and they're still there, and it's as if something punches him, hard. He inhales deeply, a million thoughts swirling through is mind. But all led back to her, Taylor. And what it was that caused such a perfect girl to feel this kind of pain, and to act on it in such a way that made Ed's stomach flip inside out.

Taylor notices Ed's voice fade out mid-chorus, and follows his eyes all the way to her wrist. Taylor's eyes grow wild with panic, and she practically throws the guitar back into Ed's lap as she darts into the kitchen. Nobody knew about her cuts, not even Ed. She knew how much he cared about her, and she promised herself the last time was the last time. But yet again she'd find herself sitting on the bathroom floor, blade in hand, prepared to release herself of the all the pressure she's been feeling lately, even though the pain would only leave her temporarily, she would still wake up with the same empty feeling inside. There was no escaping it.

The next thing she knows, Ed is grabbing her arm, restricting her from locking herself into the bathroom. Tears start to fall from her eyes as she struggles to free herself from his grip, but than his other hand moves to wrap itself around her waist from behind, joined shortly after by his other arm.

"Shhhhh" he whispers close to her ear. Taylor stops trying to fight him, the tight hold he has on her waist indicating he wasn't planning on letting her go, no matter how hard she tried. Instead she lets him hold her, and the back of her head falls into his shoulder. She closes her eyes, her mind still a bit on overdrive, and she knows she should be feeling confused or conflicted as to why Ed is being so intimate with her, but all she can think of right now is how safe she feels. Safe in his arms and safe in the way he makes her feel like she can escape the troubles of this world, away from all the chaos. She only now realizes, as his lips press themselves on her neck, that Ed is her security. Has been all along. The only person who ever really calms her down, and keeps her sane.

Finally she turns in his arms to face him, and her hands are holding his face, the pads of her thumbs gently rubbing his pale cheeks. He can feel her breath fan over his lips, only centimeters apart. He hesitates a little as he leans in, but soon he met by the pressure of Taylor's lips against his, and he lets out a sigh of relief. This was definitely not how he planned on telling Taylor how he truly felt about her, and has been feeling for quite sometime now. But right now what she needs is love, and he's more than willing to give that to her. One hand leaves her waist and travels to her wrist, his thumb rubs the scars sitting on her skin and he kisses her lips again.

"I love you." he tells her as he pulls away, "I love you so much. Please don't ever do this to yourself again, Taylor. It's- You're just- I-"

Taylor's lips cut him off, and the smile she gives him is comforting, "I love you too." she confesses, and she hugs him, burying her head into his neck.

Right now all she cares about is the person making her feel secure again.