Change; An Edwin Honoret Fanfiction

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Maybe I'm just over thinking things. I couldn't possibly like the person who has been annoying me since we met. The person with the biggest ego in the world.

I couldn't, could I?

Shit.

I like Edwin.

I think?

How do you know if you like someone? It's stupid. Feelings are stupid. God really went and fucked us all over.

Liking Edwin? I can't do that to him or to myself. Every time I liked someone prior to meeting him, it ended absolutely awfully.

Well, it's always a good outcome for them and I'm left in the dumps, traumatised for the next forever and beyond.

I need to talk to Hanna, she was in an healthy and happy relationship with a guy for two years and knows what to do. Not only that, but they ended it on good terms.

She's my best friend. It's only logically that I'd go to her for the sort thing.

But, firstly, I obviously need to deal with the situation on hand.

I'm currently standing on stage in front of thousands of people, who are cheering and giving Edwin and I a standing ovation.

Not only that, but my hands around Edwin's neck, and his hands are firmly gripping my hips.

As soon as I come to the realisation that I'm wearing the biggest grin the universe has seen, I shake my head to rid of it and pull away.

I give the crowd a nervous but toothy smile before following the others, walking off stage.

The second we're out of hearing and viewing range from the crowd, Riley starts going on about it. Just as I had assumed she would.

Because that's just how Riley is.

"Oh! Are you guys going to start dating for real? Are you going to have kids soon? Moving in? A wedding? A bachelorette party oh my god can I organise it?" she gives me a smug smirk and I want nothing more then to punch it right off of her face.

I'm angry. No, furious. Not at Riley, this was expected, but at myself for doing that. What was I thinking? Riley isn't making it any better for her or for myself, however. Getting my anger out on her would be easy.

"Riley if you don't shut the fuck up-" I say as I walk up to her in an attempt to scruff her, but a pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist before I have that opportunity.

"Calm down, baby girl" Edwin whispers into my ear, "she didn't do anything. Don't direct your anger at her"

I hate that he can read me like a book. It's as if when his eyes look into mine, he's seeing right through my soul. Around Edwin, I feel a sense of vulnerability that I'm not used to.

"Let go of me, fuck off" I attempt to escape his embrace but he's too tough.

"What? Pretty little princess got anger issues?" I hear her mumble under her breath as she walks away.

The anger, that is not an issue for Rileys information, helps me push out of Edwin's grip. I storm over to the stupid blonde hair petite little perfect figured fuck and hit her as hard as I can in the back of the head, causing her to fall over.

Seeing the tears that begin to prick at her eyes, I immediately feel a sense of guilt wash over me.

Shit.

My throbbing hand and I decide to walk out of the room as soon as I snap back into reality, in the hope for some fresh air.

I look around and notice how the sun is beginning to set and the night is beginning to cover the sky. The sky is a shade of pink, salmon I'd call it, with little hints of lilac here and there. To the south of the stadium we just performed in the sky is filled with more orange tones and the view is filled with skyscrapers so tall they could probably touch the stars.