It's Never Just Goodbye // Ed Sheeran

Stop the Tape and Rewind

Ed

-Going back and watching her is the worst part of it all. Hearing whispers on the street and hearing she's doing better than I am, I just can't listen anymore-

It's like heartbreak warfare at the moment.Bombs and evil, choice words flying around. I knew any second hearts were about to be broken. Probably Taylor's. Despite the loud music in the background, I hear them yelling at each other. As I stand in the dark corridor, by the entrance of the bathrooms, I shut my eyes and see Alice and I. I could tell we looked quite similar to my two friends, Taylor and Harry, at the moment. Both of them screaming and knowing there was never going to be a winner. 

Harry was getting in her face, but she was pushing back. I actually never seen any of them this round up. Tears streaked her face and I didn't know if they were angry tears or tears signifying she was actually upset, like, sad they were fighting. All I knew was that I was their "look out", as Harry would call it. 

I know I was to warn them if Louis or anyone, (even other passers) walked by. I wasn't very sure if Taylor knew that was the reason I was standing there and doing that or I was just there for emotional support. I just didn't want to get into the middle of it, though. Yet, I think Harry told me to be the "watch out" for the both of their sakes. Just so people don't come up with stupid crap and the press finds out. 

"You just don't care!" she screams, pushing his chest back. 

I sigh. i feel bad for the both of them, truthfully. They didn't deserve heartbreak like this. 

"You're always distant, though, Harry." 

"Really, Taylor? Maybe if you weren't so demanding and make me out to be some perfect guy, I would actually want to try harder!" 

She pushed him away again and runs her finger through her messy hair. They both had red faces, but Taylor seemed the most upset about whatever it was they were fighting about. She wiped away the blackness of her cheeks. Harry was still making snide comments, though. 

"Guys..." I interrupt. "Calm down..." 

My voice goes quieter. Two girls passed by and I turned to face them both. I'm glad they listened and stayed quiet as they passed by. Taylor's face kind of turning towards the wall and Harry resting his hand on the wall behind her and leaning into Taylor. 

Then things go from bad to worse. One of the under dressed girls stops Harry. She has a smile on her face and I could tell she doesn't mind interfering and interrupting everything between Taylor and him. 

"You're Harry Styles, right?" she asks, her eyes gleaming and she bites her lips. 

I wonder if she doesn't notice us. I wonder if she is just mesmerized by the hotness of Harry, that she Taylor doesn't cross her mind. I mean, she doesn't even say, 'Hey, it's Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, and oh my God, Ed Sheeran.' Not that I expected her to get who I am just yet...I'm not incredibly famous right now. But not seeing Taylor Swift is different. 

He turns around and puts on the biggest, flakiest smile ever. His dimples show and it seems like he has been perfectly fine all night. Harry touches her shoulder slightly and I see Taylor tense up, but a smile is set on her face, too. The black of her mascara stil there as she tried to wipe it off. 

"Yes, I am." he smiles and she shrieks. 

"You are literally the cutest guy ever!" 

"Thanks." he mutters. Still a smile. 

Then the girl, slut, idiot-whatever you want to call her- goes in for a hug. Not just a tiny, fan hug. More like a hug you see from a couple or from people who like each other. All the effort coming from the random passer.