Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Manager War

Barbara POV

Look at that girl. Look at her. Look at those bags under her eyes, look at her pale tan skin. The dried tears. Now look down. Look at her chest. Her breasts look a tad bit bigger. Is that bad? Is that good? Well, look lower.Look at the belly button. It looks normal. But.. turn to your side...

And there goes the tiny curve. That 6 week old little human that is already expanding, growing, living.

"Hi there," I murmured hesitantly. Not even blinking as I glared at the skin of my torso. I stood there in silence, before I slowly picked up my phone and clicked on the camera.

I focused it on the closet mirror in front of me, and took a photo.

"Nice first selfie," I whispered as I reviewed it.

Yes, I'm weird. Probably crazy, too. But even as I sit here, stressing out about my future, I couldn't help but feel...  a bit happy. I mean, I'm going to be a mommy. But as I looked at myself, my life...was I truly ready?

I sighed in frustration at the question I couldn't answer...and decided that I didn't want to accidentally butt-tweet this photo to the whole world.. I swear, I'm so afriad and paranoid of something happening...

Just as I was going to delete it, my phone began to vibrate, and a call came in. I rose an eyebrow, and gulped. It's Paul.

"Hello?" I made sure to sound as normal as possible. It was quite believeable.

"Barbara, turn on your TV, TMZ now," he huffed, his tone sounding upset. I stood up and did what he said, and as I flipped the the channel, my eyes and ears processed their words in seconds.. and I froze.

There he was, Ed Sheeran, being recorded by a fan, his eyes wet as someone helped him tie on a necklace. Then my name... and his words.. Telling the whole world how he took my virginity.. I stopped breathing when I saw the silver ring he held between his fingers.

"What the fuck is that?" Paul growled, as I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes watering as the dense feeling of humiliation fell through.

"Barbara?" Paul said a bit softer. I let in a sharp breath, before I broke, and began to cry.

"Barbara, are you okay?" he asked frantically. I shook my head, watching the video repeat on the screen.

"W-Why would he humiliate and embarrass m-me like that?" I stuttered as the tears fell. Paul went silent for a second, before he shuffled around and sighed heavily.

"This is ridiculous. Barbara, I'm calling up Stuart. This is not right at all," he nearly yelled. My heart dropped again before I shook my head more violently.

"No, don't do tha-"

"I'll talk to you soon, hold on," he cut me off angrily, before the call ended.

I sighed heavily, my heart beating quickly, the tears streaming as I forced my fingers to shut off the TV.

The whole world knows about the one problem I'm beating myself up for.

The whole world knows Ed Sheeran took my virginity.

And now, Paul is going to start an even bigger problem.

A bigger fight.

Ed Sheeran POV

Now I’m missing you

I’ve stopped eating food

And I’ve squeezed into your dress

So I can feel like you

But then I saw your bitterness

And why you left me too

I thought I’d put you to a test

And say that I love you

I think that I love you

I felt the feelings drift out onto my strings, the intensity of my emotions making me slide my hands against each chord.. and just as things lifted. SMACK. A string ripped off.

"Dammit," I huffed as I matched it back,  sighing in frustration.

The door then broke open, and Stuart came in, his eyebrows furrowed as he argued patiently.

"No. Lower your voice, I-.. No, I didn't know he did that but-" he swallowed his sentence as his eyebrows furrowed, his glare falling onto me.

"What?" I shrugged, flickering my eyes side to side in confusion.

"Paul, trust me on this. It won't happen again-" a loud voice echoed through his speakers, and Stuart flinched before the call eneded. Stuart put down his phone, giving me the most darkest scowl in the world.

"Ed, if you weren't making so much money right now, I'd kill you," he growled, grabbing the guitar from my hand, looking at the broken string with slight confusion, before setting it on the couch.

"What did I do?" I asked softly, raising an eyebrow. He huffed, giving me the 'Are you serious' look he gives when I'm flaunting over cute kitten videos while he's talking to promoters. His glare left mine as he typed onto his phone, the noise playing out of his iphone told me he was watching a video.

I took the phone from his hand, my own drunken voice sending my stomach dropping.

It's Barbara's promise ring. It was meant for her to stay pure, but I took her purity you see

I nearly choked on my own spit as I watched.

"Paul wants to kill you, Teddy," Stuart interfered as he took his phone back, taking off the video.

"I-I'm sorry.. I-" I couldn't even speak, I was so shocked.. 

"Barbara must really hate me now," I murmured lowly, my face heating up with heartache again.

"No," Stuart blurted

"What do you mean no?" 

"Sorry isn't going to cut it. I hate Drama, Teddy, and you know that," he scowled, pacing back and forth. I pursed my lips.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"We're going to that  fundraiser," he decided. I froze. I looked at him as he raced to his case on the desk in the room.

"But we didn't get tick-"

Stuart held up two envelopes, shutting me up.

"Go pack up, Ted. We're going to California again," he ordered... and I couldn't help but smile.

It's been almost a month...

And I'm pretty sure I'm ready to see Barbara..

I'm ready to fight for her again.