Idk you already know who's pov its gonna be for awhile so... Yeah. XD
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"I just- I" I shook my head.
"You can quit this stupid job, I'll give you anything you want- I'll even-" I put a finger on his mouth. I shook my head.
"Just- just don't"
"Come on! I've been-" He started raising his voice. I flinched.
"I don't wanna be a bother, okay?" I kept my head down. He took a deep breath and sighed. His weight got lifted off of the sofa and he walked around. He put his head in his hands.
"I JUST DON'T GET YOU!" He yelled angrily. I closed my eyes. I felt the rage come through me.
"I DON'T GET YOU EITHER!" Wow when did I have some confidence? He turned around, a tear left his right eye. Don't fucking cry. Don't you dare.
"You're not going to be a bother!" He was clearly frustrated. The sight of him standing like that was heart breaking.
"Its gonna be hard for me to deal with that shit!" I screamed at his face. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have gone that far.
"What shit?! My career?! So you think all of it is shit!"
"I CANT DEAL WITH SO MANY GIRLS THAT ARE CLEARLY BETTER THAN ME WANTING YOUR ASS" Okay. Maybe that is the whole reason. I don't wanna watch girls get their hands on him and him liking it, which I think is highy unlikely.
"What?!"
"I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU WITH TONS OF OTHER GIRLS. I DON'T WANNA GET HURT"
"Just come on tour with me! You'll see! None of them will get to me!" Say yes say yes I shook my head. Say yes. You know you'll like it
"No" I didn't even dare look at him. I stared at the floor and waited for something, anything to come up, but all I heard was the sound of the door being slammed.
Fuck.
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I layed in bed while blasting One Direction songs from my laptop. No.
Na uh. No. I am not letting Ed take over. He probably hates me right now.
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A/N
Hey guys! This story hasn't been updated in a while and I honestly don't remember writing this part. I'm probably just gonna post it and leave you hanging again (sorry) I just have no inspiration whatnot anymore to do stuff. I have been like this for quite awhile now. (I think I'm a robot sometimes) I have been super weird like srsly and idk how but it got to the point where I don't even give a shit about anything anymore. I don't feel much. I started writing this book because I was inspired a lot. Right now, I don't have that much inspiration. I don't know if anyone reads this, but this book is probably not gonna be continued for awhile. I might write some more, I might not. The things I write about just comes and goes. I'm sorry.
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The Fault in our Food •Ed Sheeran•
FanfictionYou'd think everything is perfect in life don't you? What you thought is so wrong. Who knew food could cause so much?
