Wake Me Up (Ed Sheeran FanFiction)

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Woke up crying because of a beautiful dream. I was in Harry's arms we were laughing at some stupid thing, like always. The sun was falling over our eyes, he hold me tight and kiss my forehead. It has been months since I last saw him and this lovely dreams haunted me, I want to see him, touch him, feel him next to me. Now I don't even want him near me, I'm feeling betrayed, used and rejected. Then the sand started to cave in, and I guess that's how I feel: like everything is destroyed. My mind kept reminding me that is never going to happen again, we are over. He hurt me, made me think I was just another, when for me he was the one, so I thought.

Standing in his apartment, waiting for him, waiting for his 'honest' apology. I became a part of his life in such short time, maybe I should have noticed that never ends well. By 6 o'clock he will be back from his four month tour with the band all around Europe. We weren't officially a couple, we were planning to go out together publicly after this tour but apparently destiny had another plan.

I hear him opening the door. "It's time"

"Hi, Hayley! Have you missed me?" he walk towards the sofa I'm sitting, dropping his luggage behind him. Always with that silly smile that made me fall in and out of love and those green wide eyes that break a million hearts just like mine.

"Yes, I have. But have you missed me?" I strongly highlight the painful words, in the back of my mind that awful picture flashed and distracted my strength. He pulled away a string of my hair back to force me to look into his eyes. And I know if I have that amount of courage not to cry.

"Yes, of course I have! Why would you ask me that?" he raises his eyebrows in surprise. He slowly leans in to kiss me, places his hand on my right cheek, I breath in his smell that I have missed so much and breath out as he touches me.

" 'Cause I saw a picture of you kissing some girl." I let it out, unable to control my emotions. He lifts up my chin and shows me his calmed green look.

"Oh that's why... I can explain that." he says, completely relaxed.

"So it's true." I push him off, a bit angry that he affirmed the whole thing, I was still wanting on some "photoshop excuse".

"It was just something for the paparazzi to write about,it was nothing." he ignores my state and pulls me in again and kisses me quickly driven by his madness.

"Oh I get it. So it's okay if I don't like it, right?" I try to get his hands off my body, instead he kisses me down my neck while his hands traveled my thighs.

"Hayley, you're the only one I want." he says in between kisses, lacking breathe.

"Pretty words don't work when you fuck with people feelings." I scream at him as I stand up. Those green eyes never saw me this way but I never been this angry but I never I thought he would use me to satisfy his needs when he's home and when he's not there are many girls who serve for the job.

"Wow, I expected you would understand it!" He yells back.

"I guess you don't know me." and I didn't expect him to react this way, my face turn pale from his words. This is over. Never again, ever.

I walked to the door and he grabs my hand. I turned to him, he pulled up the sleeve of my sweater just to make sure that I didn't do something stupid. But I did.

"Why are there marks on your wrist, Hayley?" his voice returned to his passive state, slightly more concerned I imagine. He wasted a few seconds to look and then caught the attention in my eyes.

"Goodbye, Harry." with that said, I opened the door and left.