Chapter 16: Decisions And Dreams.
Ed's POV
"HARRY!" I scream out and sit up from my sleeping position.
I look around, finding a curly haired Harry in the room. "You okay, mate? Must've been a nightmare you had, but are you okay?" He asks in a tone of worry.
I scratch my head, the fight was a dream- a nightmare rather. "It's just... n-no, forget this happened." I grab my phone from the side table.
"Okay, as long as you feel fine." He mumbles.
I guess the secret's getting worse; the more I keep it from him, the higher risks there are from hurting him... and me... and importantly Taylor.
"Ed, you sure you ARE fine? You seem really distracted today." He approaches me with a glass of water for me to drink. I get the water he handed me and drink straight.
"I'm fine, man. I just have some complications with the party tonight. Loads of people are coming, yet the organizers find a way to mess it up!" I lie, thinking that I deserve an award for being the best two timer.
"Well you hired a whack circus, try hiring other people next time. But if you do need help, I'll be there at the party." He smiles encouragingly, making me feel more guilty as the time passes with his innocent smile, reminding me of what a best friend he is.
"S-sure mate. I-I'm glad that there's people like you who're still out there." I smile at him.
A moment of silence surrounded the atmosphere, with Harry nervously pretending to be busy with his phone, when in reality the screen shows pure black.
"Ed?" He calls my name innocently as if he was a wee fragile child asking me to buy him candy.
"What is it, lad?" I answer him, taking little sips from my glass that's nearly empty.
"What do you do when someone tells you they love you? And... yes of course, you do love them back, but they don't address that to who you really are?" Harry says unsurely.
"To simplify things, it's Taylor, am I right?" I say like I memorize his ways like my songs.
The brunette nods his head slowly, sighing in exhaustion. "Of course it is, Ed. I don't think I can still continue thi-"
"You silly, don't give up on this." I cut his words off, not wanting to hear those stereotype humane excuses.
"Take risks." I say simply while looking deep in his eyes just so that he could sink that in. "Harry, you love her right?" I ask.
"Yeah, but-"
"Harry, when are you going to stop worrying?" I chuckle at his doubtful ways. "You love her, she loves you. That's all there should be. Supporting details will be supporting details. Don't make it the main topic. Period." I put my glass down on the side table.
"But what if-"
"Harry, shut up now lad. You're getting old." I laugh and shake my head. "Stop worrying, okay? Now, you're gonna see her tonight. Be whoever you wanna be. Just... please stop worrying." I continue to laugh.
"Okay?" He mumbles unsurely.
Taylor's POV
"Olivia, help me here." I talk to my cat whilst I'm on my carpeted floor.
"Oh, what am I doing. Love advice from a cat? Taylor, you've gone insane!" I speak to myself, realizing I'm only going more insane.
"Anyway," I sigh deeply, thinking if it's a big mistake when I said I love Matt.
"I mean, I do love him, but he's a pap. What if he betrays me and leaks all the private things about me?" I sigh once more.
My minds roams through all the possible scenes we'll have if we'd ever date.
Romantic dates.
Walks in the park.
Doing mostly everything together.
Little kisses from here and there.
All those sound perfect in my mind, but nothing's perfect, then something would go wrong.
But everything else in existence goes wrong at one point in time, at the least anticipated moments to be specific.
I sigh, making sure this is the last time I'll sigh until I've sealed my decision.
"All I need is the world's consideration. Whether they like it or not, I'll be dating a pap. Someone who can make up stories about me, and either way could love me." I say out loud, talking to the air.
"And I also need Matt's decision." I whisper to myself like it was a forgotten item in the grocery list.

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