**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 cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected.
"I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers.
"I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh.
I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes.
"Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through.
"Forever," I assured her and meaning it.
We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.