I Never Saw You Coming

Chapter Four

*A Couple Weeks Later*

Taylor's POV

I've had a terrible day today.

I woke up late, and just about missed sound check. No one was happy about that, and they were all mad at me. Don't they understand that people make mistakes sometimes?

Then, I had lunch alone. Apparently, since I slept in late, I missed the invitation to go out to eat somewhere. No one told me they were leaving until I was looking for someone to go grab bite to eat with and I couldn't find anyone. No dancer, band member, no one except my mom. I asked her where everyone went, and she said they had left an hour before, all going out together. So I had a lonesome meal back in my tour bus, watching TV to try and take my mind off of things.

An hour or two after I had finished my lunch, I wandered back over to the arena, to find everyone just hanging out. They were telling stories, cracking jokes and laughing. Right as I saw them without me, I knew I clearly wasn't invited. There's always a reason why no one, out of thirty people, bothers to call you or text you, telling you where they've gone, and then don't bother to tell you that they've gotten back. I ran off to my dressing room, hoping no one noticed me. I collapsed onto the little sofa and pulled out my phone.

I know with every last part of me that I shouldn't do this, and it only puts me in a worse mood, but for some stupid reason I don't even understand, I logged onto my Twitter and started scrolling through the hate. Every comment felt like they threatened to tear me up, to cause m to literally explode. I sat there reading, absentmindedly biting my fingernails, until Ed burst into the room. I locked my phone, but he playfully snatched it out of my hand and tore out of the dressing room.

Ed's POV

I knew I should've invited her, and I figured she wouldn't think to much of it. But, now she's probably been reading hate all afternoon, and this all our fault.

I ran down the halls, her little iPhone clutched tightly in my hand. I tore down one corridor and the next, with Taylor close behind.

"Edward Christopher Sheeran, GET BACK HERE!" She called out playfully.

"You'll have to catch me first!" I yelled, triumphantly waving her phone above my head as my legs continued to carry me through the halls mindlessly.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" She said, and I laughed.

"I'll just keep running then!" I called back. I quickly rounded a corner, which then had two separate ways that you could go. I went down the right pathway, which then turned so you couldn't see from the previous viewpoint. I ran and hid just behind the corner. Taylor went the other way, screaming my name, and I tore back off in the other direction, running into her dressing room. I sat on the sofa and unlocked her phone. Her Twitter popped up, and sure enough, she had been reading hate when I walked in on her. Everything that they said was brutal, absolutely terrible stuff, and just from reading it I wanted to kick whoever said all those things for hurting Taylor. None of the things they said were true, but I knew she wouldn't mind, and it would totally ruin her day, and probably the next. I continued scrolling through for a few moments until Taylor came back in unexpectedly, and snatched her phone from my hands, quickly closing the app and sliding her phone back into her pocket.

"So you did try to hide." She said triumphantly, and I could tell she was trying to change the subject, knowing I would bring it up. She tried to walk over to her dresser, but I grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her back towards me.

"Sit down, Taylor." I said, and she sat next to me. "Who all, in this world, is beautiful?" I asked, looking for a certain answer.

Taylor's POV