Can we do it all over, over, and over again?
Three weeks
Harry's POV:
It has been three weeks, three weeks since I asked her to be my girlfriend, three weeks of silence, three weeks of me laying in my bed and missing out on everything that is going on outside in the world. The boys have tried to get me out but I just tell them to piss off, apparently they have been looking after Oscar but I can't face him, looking at him is like looking at her. God I can't even say her name without crying. I have never been so humiliated in all my life I finally let my guard down and ask a girl - the right girl well that's what I thought, for her to be my girlfriend but she gives me no answer and she ignores me.
There is a message on my voicemail that is from her but I can't face to listen to it, I got her first one where she said she was sorry but I deleted it right away. Screw it how much more heartache can I go through. I pick up my phone and play the message.
"Harry, I am so sorry for everything. I just I don't know how or what to feel you caught me by surprise I just hope when I'm back we can talk. I miss you a lot Harry I really do I want to make things right between us. Um anyway I'll see you later."
I delete the message.
Evie's POV:
"To our last night on tour". Ed raises he glass and we all cling them together. I step outside of the bus find a bench and sit down with my drink. Tonight is the last night we have all just finished and tomorrow afternoon we have another pub and then back home. I have really enjoyed my time on tour and got paid a lot so hopefully Oscar and I can find a nice cheap flat to live in for a bi.
"Hey lovely" Ed comes and sits next to me. "Hi" I whisper, "What's on your mind"? he asks me. I take a deep breathe. "Just my life back home if it will be the same or not kind of left some things up in the air". I take a sip of my drink.
"Has that maybe something to do with all the songs you have been singing, for a certain someone?" he nudges my elbow and I smirk. "Maybe" I chuckle.
"Look Evie I can tell the way you sing you must really care about this guy, and if it's meant to be it will be but first thing you do when you get home tell him and assure him you are not going anywhere, and then let it play out from there." Ed tells me.
"Yea your right. Thanks". I put my head on his shoulder.
"Oh and another thing, I know you have told me you and your brother are looking for somewhere to live" he starts and I get my head up."
"Yea" I say.
"Wee I'm going to be in LA for a while hopefully kick start this music thing, and you can stay in my flat as long as you guys like" He gets out his key and I practically snatch them from him.
"Thank you so much Ed" I kiss him on the cheek.
We are now getting ready for a our final gig and I have just got changed.
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We all head on stage and perform for one last time.
I am really going to miss being out on stage and singing and letting people hear my music, it has been an amazing experience I just wish I didn't have a distraction hanging over my head.
It has been three weeks, three weeks since I asked her to be my girlfriend, three weeks of silence, three weeks of me laying in my bed and missing out on everything that is going on outside in the world. The boys have tried to get me out but I just tell them to piss off, apparently they have been looking after Oscar but I can't face him, looking at him is like looking at her. God I can't even say her name without crying. I have never been so humiliated in all my life I finally let my guard down and ask a girl - the right girl well that's what I thought, for her to be my girlfriend but she gives me no answer and she ignores me.
There is a message on my voicemail that is from her but I can't face to listen to it, I got her first one where she said she was sorry but I deleted it right away. Screw it how much more heartache can I go through. I pick up my phone and play the message.
"Harry, I am so sorry for everything. I just I don't know how or what to feel you caught me by surprise I just hope when I'm back we can talk. I miss you a lot Harry I really do I want to make things right between us. Um anyway I'll see you later."
I delete the message.
Evie's POV:
"To our last night on tour". Ed raises he glass and we all cling them together. I step outside of the bus find a bench and sit down with my drink. Tonight is the last night we have all just finished and tomorrow afternoon we have another pub and then back home. I have really enjoyed my time on tour and got paid a lot so hopefully Oscar and I can find a nice cheap flat to live in for a bi.
"Hey lovely" Ed comes and sits next to me. "Hi" I whisper, "What's on your mind"? he asks me. I take a deep breathe. "Just my life back home if it will be the same or not kind of left some things up in the air". I take a sip of my drink.
"Has that maybe something to do with all the songs you have been singing, for a certain someone?" he nudges my elbow and I smirk. "Maybe" I chuckle.
"Look Evie I can tell the way you sing you must really care about this guy, and if it's meant to be it will be but first thing you do when you get home tell him and assure him you are not going anywhere, and then let it play out from there." Ed tells me.
"Yea your right. Thanks". I put my head on his shoulder.
"Oh and another thing, I know you have told me you and your brother are looking for somewhere to live" he starts and I get my head up."
"Yea" I say.
"Wee I'm going to be in LA for a while hopefully kick start this music thing, and you can stay in my flat as long as you guys like" He gets out his key and I practically snatch them from him.
"Thank you so much Ed" I kiss him on the cheek.
We are now getting ready for a our final gig and I have just got changed.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b7/cc/40/b7cc40ebe378aa7e87f152866c1448c5.jpg
We all head on stage and perform for one last time.
I am really going to miss being out on stage and singing and letting people hear my music, it has been an amazing experience I just wish I didn't have a distraction hanging over my head.
