I Never Saw You Coming

Chapter Twenty Three

*November 13th*

Taylor's POV

My eyes flew open, and I rolled over in bed to face my fiancé. His eyes were already wide open, a grin on his face. I immediately scooted closer and pressed my whole front to his, both of us throwing our arms around the other.

"This is the last day that I will be your fiancé, and not your wife. The last full twenty four hours, and I can already tell they're going to be the longest of my life." I told Ed, and his smile widened. "I love you so much, I can't wait to change my last name to yours, Ed, I seriously cannot wait one minute longer."

"Honestly love, if you agreed to doing so, I would run with you right now to the nearest chapel, barefoot, in our pajamas, hand in hand the whole way, and beg the preacher to marry us until he did." Ed told me as he placed another kiss on my lips. I seriously debated it for a moment, but decided against it.

We laid there for a few moments, just staring at each other and holding the other close. "Is there anything you're gonna miss about unmarried life?" He asked to make conversation. I thought for a moment.

"Not a thing."

"Not even a tan, on your left hand, where you fourth finger meets your knuckle?"

"No, I could certainly do without one." I replied, and we both laughed. "What about you?"

"Same here, I'm not going miss one little thing." He agreed, brushing a strand that had fallen into my eyes away. All of a sudden, his stomach grumbled out loud. I let out a laugh.

"Hungry, Sheeran?" I asked, and he nodded, blushing. "Let's get you some food then." I took his hand in mine, and we walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I opened the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal. Cheerios, of course. I got into the fridge and scanned the shelves multiple times, before letting out a sigh.

"What's wrong, love?" Ed asked caringly.

"We're out of milk." I said, biting my lip. I didn't really feel like running to the grocery store, but I'd rather do it today and have milk today and for the rest of the week then having to go get it on our wedding day.

"I'll run and get us doughnuts, if you'd like." Ed offered. Now that he mentioned it, doughnuts actually sounded really good.

"Sure! We'll want milk with those though... I'll go to the grocery store and you can run to the bakery, to save time since we're both starving." I suggested, and he nodded, his stomach grumbling again as if to justify my point.

We put our shoes on and got into our separate cars, but not before exchanging a kiss. "Bye Ed, I love you."

"Bye Taylor, see you in a couple minutes. I love you too, beautiful." He said, and then we were off.

I drove to the grocery store and got the jug of milk easily, luckily here in Nashville there's not too many paparazzi. I got back in the car, and smiled when Lego House came on. I screamed the lyrics all the way home.

When I got there, I parked my car and went up the elevator, and then down the hall to my apartment. I knocked on the door, hoping Ed would already be back to open it for me. But, no one came to answer it, so I dug the key out of my bottomless pit of a purse. Just as I unlocked it and took a step through, there was a voice from behind me.

"You really think you're going to marry him?" I whirled around, to find Harry behind me. Immediately my stomach sank and I bit my lip, very scared and afraid. "I gave you a ring first, Taylor. Whatever happened to me, huh? You think you're going to just run off and marry my friend now?" He asked, fuming, and he was clearly drunk. As he spoke, he continued to step closer and closer, and I kept backing away. Finally, he was close enough to me to push me over, and he did just that. I fell backwards into my apartment, dropping the jug of milk. I quickly sat up and scrambled backwards, trying to regain my footing. Harry walked in and shut the door behind him. "Now, Taylor, what you're going to do, is find a pen and a piece of paper." He instructed, but I didn't move. "A pen and a piece of paper, Taylor, don't make this be harder then it has to be." He said, and pulled a gun out of his back pocket. I bit my lip and nervously walked over to the desk and grabbed a sheet of printer paper and a pen before returning. "Now, you're going to write exactly what I say, do you understand me?" He asked, waving the gun. I nodded quickly out of fear. "Okay, write: to Ed Sheeran, I never loved you." He started, and I dug my teeth even further into my lip, steeling a glance Harry's direction. "Well? Write!" He urged, and I reluctantly did so. "Continue writing: I never wanted to marry you. I never want to see your stupid face again. I'd rather die than spend my life with you, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Goodbye. And then sign your name at the bottom." He demanded, and I forced back tears as I did so, also realizing that Harry had his gun trained on me. "Now, once you've finished it, stand up, and bring it here so I can proof read it." He demanded, and I reluctantly brought it over to him.

All of a sudden, I realized what that was. It's suppose to be my suicide note. He's planning to kill me! Upon realizing this, I took a worried step back. "Here, it's good, now hold it." Harry thrust the note back to me, and I shakily took it in my hand. "Any last words?" He asked, raising the gun. Tears immediately streaked down my face.

"Please...there has to be some other way, can't we talk this out? Can't we work something out? Come on, Harry, please..." I pleaded.

"No, last chance for last words."

"Tell Ed I love him! I love him so much, and I love my family, I love them so much, and I love Ed so much..." I told him, and broke down in sobs. There was a gunshot, and a bullet pierced my stomach. I screamed out in pain and fell to the floor, unable to move.

Harry ran out, and slammed the door behind him. Already, the kitchen linoleum filled win my blood, and I had never felt any pain that even matched that. I couldn't move, not even my fingers, from the unbearable pain.

What a way to die, and Ed will think it's all his fault! Ed won't ever know that I really love him, and that Harry actually shot me. Now, I'll never be able to marry him, and our wedding is supposed to be tomorrow! After all this, I finally thought I would get my happy ever after, but in the last twenty four hours, I was robbed of it. I'll never be able to have kids, or grow old with Ed, or any of that.

All of this building up in my mind and the increasing pain made me want to cry, but crying made it hurt even worse.

Finally, I lost enough blood to where I could feel that I would go unconscious any moment. "Ed, I love you." I muttered, wanting those to be my last words, before my world went dark.