**Main character IS Ed Sheeran with a changed name!**
"Nate..." I called to him after he stood up. I stood up and got close to him. "I DO want to kiss you first."
I leaned in and touched my lips to his, and he sighed into my lips, and held his arms around me one more time, while our lips touched for the last time. I did it. I kissed him, and I felt him smile into our kiss. I was happy I made him happy.
We pulled away at the same time, and he looked me in the eyes and kissed my cheek. Then my forehead. "I love you Gwen."
"I love you Nate", I said back, and he held my hand and led me out of the bedroom.
We got to the living room and Gavin came out of the kitchen with a beer, that he took huge sips out of and looked at us. I watched him look at me up and down, and up and down again. And then at Nate, same thing. My heart swelled with the sight of him. But yet...my heart sunk heavy in my chest at what I had to tell him soon.
"Well? All done? All kissed goodbye and stuff?"
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Gwen was a slave in a restaurant kitchen by day....and her body sold out to men by night.
She was "adopted" from an orphanage years ago by an evil man.
There was no escaping. This was her life, and she settled for it.
Until Gavin Sherman happened to see her one day, by mistake.
From that very second, he couldn't get the image of her shocked, frightened, bruised face out of his mind.
So he came back later, to find out what her story was, with some help from his best mate, Nate, to see if he could help her........
Love triangle???
This story is based on Ed Sheeran. His best friend in the story is Harry Styles OR Louis Tomlinson. Which ever you prefer to picture! (I picture Louis.) . But as usual in my stories, I do NOT use their real names. Harry/Louis is a huge part in the story, and things get juicy, for all you 1D fans who want you some H.S./Tommo
This is a way way romantical story. So read it, bitches! :)
I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate.
But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love.
Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence.
I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine.
I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine.
This was My Moment.