Angels

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--*MEGANS POV*--

We arrived at a studio just as it started to rain so went in quickly

We walked through some corridors, meeting only a few people before we got into our studio

I stood there just looking around in awe of the room I was in

"Take a seat love" Ed smirked at me

I sat down and Ed went out of the room

I was waiting for 10 minutes before he came back with two bottles of water and some sandwiches

He handed me a bottle and a sandwich I just rolled my eyes and sat the stuff aside

"Megan you know I'm responsible for making sure you eat" he sound like a parent

"Yeah I will just later I'm not hungry now" He eyed me suspicously before relaxing a little and started eating his sandwich

I picked up my water and tried about 40000000 fucking times to open it before I noticed Ed burst into fits of laughter

"What" I snapped at him

"You, give it here" I threw him the bottle and he opened it with ease

Once I got it from him I sat back down and let the cool liquid fall down my throat

Ed got up and put his empty packet in the bin before telling me to get up

I did

"Time to roll" he said and handed me my guitar, I picked it up and sat down on a stool

"Go for it" I nodded my head and started to strum

"I try to sleep but my eyes are open

Can't think cause my heart it broken

There a blade lying next me I will make a few cuts just to take the pain away..."

As I got to the final few lines I had tears threatening to overspill my eyes

" Sleep well, goodnight

You're something I'll remember

Maddie I need you here by my side"

I finished and the tears came streaming down my face, but I couldn't wipe them away I just sat there staring across the room, not listening to anything, not looking at anything, not thinking of anything, just crying

It felt like hours I was sat in that state but was only a few minutes and it was broken by 2 strong arms taking my guitar off me and wrapped me in his arms

"Megan it's okay I'm here" he spoke softly but even though I heard him I just carried on staring into space

"When salted tears roll dry

I'll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes

Theese hearts will be flooded tonight

I'll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes

Your eyes" I turned to look at him, his face full of worry and sadness like Matts was when ever he saw me upset, me cry, my scars, my cuts.

"I need her to come back Ed" the tears where lessening

"I know Megs, but she can't she's gone but do you know what you still have of hers?" I shook my head

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