Change; An Edwin Honoret Fanfiction

23 [UNEDITED]

As I step outside of my bedroom for the first time in three days, wearing clothes I would normally scold other for, calling them too 'wholesome', I begin to feel really anxious.

"Is she down there?" I ask Venus as she ends our embrace. Just as I ask that question I hear rummaging from the room behind me, from Hanna's room. Surely enough I hear her door open shortly after.

"Can we run?" I whisper to Venus, she just looks me in the eye and shakes her head.

"Abi-"

"What do you want, Hanna? Another opportunity to make me feel like shit for three days?" I spit, turning around to face her.

It's as if guilt just punched me in the face when I look at her, her eyes are watery and puffy and she looks as if she hasn't slept for days.

Even I was able to sleep, and I was the one who was exposed.

"I'm sorry" she attempts to say, but her voice cracks and it comes out as more of a whisper.

"I know you are" with that, I turn around and walk downstairs, leaving her with her thoughts.

*time skip*

I enter Simons office and he follows, motioning for me to sit down on his very uncomfortable chairs.

"You know someone as rich as yourself you really should invest in some chairs that are actually comfortable" I say, he sits in front of me and looks at me before sighing.

"You know you seem to be the source of drama wherever you go"

I laugh nervously, "Yeah well, it's my branding"

"The whole situation with Lucas, I understood that. I have since my sister found you in Australia"

I gulp loudly, this is a topic I've avoided for the longest time. June, Simons sister, was in Australia while I was homeless. She found while I was singing for money and she introduced me to Simon. That's how I got my fame, because I had connections. I've always felt guilty about it because all the other girls worked for it and I was just lucky so I never told them how I truely got fame.

Because of this reality, Simon knows every detail of my life, he had to to get me in the United States. I know I said he found my YouTube channel, but that's the excuse I use for everyone.

"I'm not following, Simon"

"You told me that you wouldn't get feelings for Edwin because you've never had feelings for anyone, so what the hell?"

I push the chair back as I stand, something about that statement rubs me all the wrong ways.

"I can't fucking control it! If I could, I would've hated Edwin, oh god I really wish I did but fuck Simon I don't and there's nothing I can do about that" I begin to pace around the room.

"The feelings aren't bad, and truth be told I knew they were coming, but you and Hanna? You need to fix things"

"You don't- ugh" I storm out of his office and run down the stairs, literally, but before I can get to the bottom I run into someone.

"Holy shit so-" I cut myself off when I look up and realise who it is.

"Abigail wait-" he begins but I continue to run out of the business tower and into my car.

Why on Earth was Edwin there?

Fucking Simon I'll bet, I bet that was his plan all along, to get us to say sorry to each other even though neither of us have done anything wrong, and then move on as if my feelings don't exist.

I get in my car and begin to drive to the only place I know I'll be able to organise my thoughts.

*time skip*

As I walk out of my car and over to this treehouse I built with Lucas, I begin to wonder if he's come here or not. Does he ever feel lonely enough to come to the spot where we'd cry together? Where we fight and then make up together? The place where we'd fu-

You can't feel bad for him, he abused you.

I climb up and sit, taking in the Los Angeles view. It was a long ass drive from San Diego to LA, but I haven't been here in weeks and I kind of miss it. The two weeks I've been back and the three days I've been isolated doesn't seem like a long time but a lot has happened.

I got feelings for a stupid boy, did my first show and moved house.

In the span of basically three weeks.

"He-" I cut random voice off but screaming at the top of my lungs and almost falling out of the side of the treehouse that has no wall, the side I was just looking through to see the view. This treehouse Lucas and I built was inspired by the Simpsons, which makes me laugh every time.

Before I can fall the person grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards them, "careful baby girl"

I look towards Edwin and immediately push his hands off, "how'd you find me" I spit angrily.

"Doesn't matter, but you've been avoiding me for days and you and I both know we need to talk so it's a good thing I did"

"We don't need to talk about anything"

"Yes we do, Hanna told me-"

"Hanna and I aren't on speaking terms, so clearly I don't care what she has to say"

"Sure, but I know you haven't been out of your room since Hanna.. said what she did, and the proof lies in how skinny you are right now"

I sigh, "look Edwin, what do you want me to say? She broke my trust and that's something I've always heavily relied on. I needed to figure out how I feel"

"And how do you feel"

"Hurt an-"

"We both know that's not what I mean"

I bite my lip and look down, "how I feel doesn't matter, I can't fall for you. It's against everything I stand for" I sigh loudly "but it's too late for that now isn't it? either way, you probably hate me so can we just move on from this whole-" I say in a defeated tone, trying to avoid tears.

"Why on Earth would I hate you?" He replies softly as he cautiously moves closer to me, "I hope that isn't what you've been thinking while you were locked up in your room"

"I don't know Edwin but these days everyone seems to hate me" I say, my voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

"I could never" he whispers back, "why would I hate you? For having feelings for me? Why would that be a bad thing?"

"Because we don't live in a fucking story tale Edwin. I'm not Cinderella and your not the prince and we aren't going to live happily ever after. In real life, boys hurt me. In real life, I hurt boys. In real life, boys use me. In real life, I use boys. In real life, things like this would make you hate me. That's the reality of it Edwin, so yes, I do think you hate me because that's how this goes"

"You're wrong, so, so wrong" he looks down as if he's embarrassed about something. What has he got to be embarrassed about? I just poured my whole heart out.

"What do you me-"

He cuts me off by connecting our lips.
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