Take it or Leave it {Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction}

Chapter: 8

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LAURA’S POV-

We got back from the resturant; we were now sitting in Ed’s family room, it’s been silent ever since we got here, Ed wasn’t being himself. I sat awkwardly the couch looking at him,

“Ed?” I whispered,

“Hm?” he looked up at me with hurt in his eyes,

“Can you tell me whats wrong?”

“Nothing..” He lied straight through his teeth;

“Don’t give me that crap, I know you’re not being yourself” my voice slowly started getting louder,

He set his forearms on his knees and looked down at the ground, “just give me a sign..” he whispered to himself

“What?” I asked,

He stood up and took a deep breath, “Just give me a sign!” He shouted, which somewhat scared me,

“A sign? What are you talking about?” I got confused,

He walked closer to me and looked me in the eyes, “Give me a sign, a sign that you care about me…because I’m tired of trying to figure you out.” He shook his head trying to keep himself together,

“Ed…I do care about you.” I said,

“Not the whole ‘friends’ caring, I mean more than that..”

“I-I cant..” I shook my head,

“What’s holding you back?”

“I don’t know how to” I said in all honesty,

“How to what?”

“I don’t know how to love..anyone..even myself..” I looked at the ground,

“What? how can’t you love yourself? What’s not to love?” He stood in front of me, slowly slipping his hands into mine,

“I just have no respect for myself…” I let my slip out so easily..

“What do you mean?”

“I-I just can’t tell you..”

“Laura….”

“I’m not who I play off to be, Ed. I’m sorry”

“Laura…you can tell me anything..i promise”

“Y-you’ll never speak to me again, and I can’t afford to loose my only friend..”

“Just let it out, please?”

“God….i’m a whore” I said quietly,

“Laura, don’t call yourself that..”

I looked up in disgust, “It’s what I am…” tears began to fall down my cheek; “I’m a rock bottom…not a penny to my name” I wiped my streaming tears and sniffed, “I make money by selling love” I finally said out loud, he stared at me for a good 3 minutes with a blank expression written across his face until he stood up and shook his head and he gently laced his fingers into mine,

“Laura, don’t do that to yourself…you’re worth so much more..’’

“Then why can’t I feel that way”

“I’ll teach you..”

“what?”

“I’ll show you how you’re worth so much more…I’ll teach you how to love again, I promise” he gave me a confident smile.

So far in my life, I’ve been living off broken promises; will he end that?