For The Love Of Leesi

Eighteen years and I have finally found out who my parents are--well my father anyway. Knowing that you're father is Zayn Malik from the used-to-be huge boy band is a complete change. So it looks like I'm spending the summer in London. It's time to learn who I really am, who I truly love, and if in the end I will able to tell the difference from reality and fantasy. *Sequel to For The Love Of Clara*


10. Caution

"Welcome, Mr. Sheeran," said the hostess. Jed and I matched with our similar dark jeans, except I was wearing a button down whereas he was just wearing a tee shirt. I thought we were supposed to be sort of presentable, but when we followed the hostess to our table I was glad I didn't dress nicer.

The man I know to be Ed Sheeran was discussing something with another man, someone I've never seen before. But his apparel was anything but fancy; dark jeans, green sweatshirt, this was the Ed I know from the music videos and concerts.

"Fantastic," said Jed under his breath.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"That's David Holloway, my dad's manager. They're are no doubt discussing my mother."

"Oh." We continued our way to the table and I realized that Jed's hand was on the small part of my back. His hand felt warm through my shirt and I remembered our lips and how they connected. A shiver ran down my arms.

"Are you cold?" He asked me.

"No, I'm fine," I smiled back at him and then he pulled my seat out for me. He then continued to seat himself beside me.

"Father?" He sounded so sophisticated, but compared to his efforts he was overlooked. "Father?" He repeated, but he soon exhaled loudly. "Dad!" He said a little louder and finally Ed stopped talking to his manager and looked at his son.

"You're late," he said stubbornly to Jed.

"You're drunk," he pointed out the obvious.

"I need to be for the hell your mother is putting me through."

Forget introductions I was immediately joined into the family circle as they discussed the problem.

"What is she doing now?"

"Fighting me for my house. Ugh, Jed," he exhaled, lowering his head into his hands. His forehead creasing, "She's going to be the death of me."

"Who's your mom?" I asked Jed, quietly.

"Who are you?" Ed asked me instead and I looked at him and swallowed. I liked my position earlier, my existence unknowable. "Oh wait you are in the tabloids from the Brits. You're Zayn's girl, right?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"Hmm, I would keep her Jed--even though she is American, she's been raised by Niall. She must have some decency."

"Dad, she's not like Mum," Jed said as he placed a hand over my thigh. I didn't push him away, I liked it.

He rolled his eyes as David his manager started to talk, "Ed I know this is rough but we can get your lawyers to talk to Taylor's lawyers and I'm sure we can straighten this entire thing out. Why don't you go to the studio and play a few tracks. I will have this settled by the end of the week."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Jed I'm sorry, I really am, but I'm going to have to leave you."

"Dad, I understand," he said reassuringly.

He stood up and then looked from me to Jed. "Treat her right, every girl deserves to be treated right."

"I will," he said to his father, before he turned from the table and left.

"Your mother is a ticking bomb," said David as he gathered his belongings. "She'll never settle."

"You're probably right unless we can possibly get Harry to knock some sense in her," said Jed.

"Are you kidding, she hates Harry more than she hates your father. See you around, I have a lot of work to do."

"Good luck, David."

He smiled before he also turned and left and now we were completely alone. "I wasn't expecting to meet your dad like that."

"He's stressed, I would be too. My mother is very unforgiving and keeps a strong grudge on people."

"Will you now tell me who your mom is?"

"Tons of people even my dad's past manager thought he was going to find himself a normal girl, possibly a fan, because my dad was never into dating celebrities, but then the tour came around. My mother is Taylor Swift, and my father was her opening act on one of her tours years ago. I honestly think I was a mistake, but knowing my dad when she told him she was pregnant he wasn't going anywhere. Well her career declined, she started to loose fans and she became stressed. After I was born she left the scene for years to only come back mean and hard. I remember spending summers at her home in America, everything was so strict, hardly anyone ever came to visit. My parent's got a divorce three years after I was born, and every year my mother lashes back with something new. This time she's threatening to take his house, who does this to a person? But I remember her blank face when I told her I wanted to stay with my father in England. She hasn't really talked to me since, but then again I don't think I mind all that much."

"Wow," I spoke breathlessly. 

"What?" A smirk appeared on his lips. "Don't feel bad, I don't feel bad for myself."

"Well in reality," I started. "I always thought I had it worse. Not knowing who my parents are, but living in luxury, and being completely unhappy. I cannot not feel bad for you in some way." 

"You can make me feel better," he inquired.

"Oh really?" A playful smile lit up my face. "How?"

"Kiss me," he placed his head in his hand, ready for me to get closer and place my lips over his. 

I smiled before I leaned forward and as soon as our lips connected flashes of white light burned my eyelids. I pushed back and noticed the several paparazzi standing outside in perfect shot of us through the window.

"Fuck," Jed muttered. "Can I ever have privacy? Come on." He grabbed my hand and took me from my seat. I followed him as he soon let go of me and headed for the kitchen.

"Where are we going?"

"I have a get-out-now entrance for every restaurant. Just follow me." 

Eventually he was right and he led me outside, his car from earlier parked perfectly in the dark alley way. He opened the passenger's car door for me and then got into the driver's seat. When we were successfully on the road he turned towards me.

"I'm sorry about that. Not the perfect first date, eh?" 

"It's fine," I said not sure what else to say. 

I remembered the familiar roads and I knew he was heading back to Zayn's place. It was time for me to speak up, "Jed, please don't tell anyone about today. Especially not James." 

"Are you dating him?" He asked me without looking at me, but kept his gaze straight ahead. 

"Well...," am I dating James? I mean we've done more things than just a simple boyfriend/girlfriend combo. "I guess so."

"You guess so? Are you exclusive? It's a yes or no question." 

I thought about my words. I love James, I really do, but he doesn't make me feel like Jed does. So I went with the answer my heart gave me, "No."

A smile grew on Jed's lips. "Good. I don't like sharing."

"Sharing?" I snapped my head towards him. 

I was so haunted by his words I didn't realize we were parked outside my current home. He turned his body towards me, "Lees, I want you. You don't understand my want for you, and it scares me how quickly I've fallen for you." 

I spoke the words I've been thinking. "Jed--." 

"LEESI!" I turned my body to look out my window and saw Zayn standing on the porch his arms crossed. 

"I'll see to you tomorrow?" Jed asks. 

"Sure," I said breathlessly as I opened my door and stepped outside. "Thanks Jed for everything." 

"Goodnight," he smiled back, "and Lees? What I said earlier, I meant it."

"I know," I simply replied before I shut the door and walked around the front of his car and towards the house. I heard his car drive off behind me as I made my way closer to Zayn.

He opened the front door, "Welcome home." 

I entered the foyer, my throat dry. "Zayn you knew where I was at." 

"Leesi, I never agreed for you to be with Jed tonight."

"What?" I was confused. "But Ken called you."

"No, no one called me." He exhaled loudly. "Lees, I like Jed, I do but I know everything his family is going through. I feel bad for Ed, and I know the Harry's trying to get him through it, but I don't think it's the right time for you to wander into their troubles."

"I did not wander," I said with attitude. "Jed talked to me first, he told me about your band. My mother. She was the reason the band broke up--I'm the reason."

"Enough," he said sternly. "Don't bring you mother into this, and nothing is your fault. I'm just telling you that Jed is attacked with paps everywhere he goes. I would like for you to stay out of that, but if you must, I will let you go. I believe you should do what you want, but please Leesi just be cautious. Tabloids are going to start posting terrible things about you and you can't do anything about it."

"I'll be fine," I said reassuringly. 

He nodded, "Very well. Tomorrow you and James will be at BBC Radio 1, they are doing a segment about the children of past celebrities. Don't argue with me about it anyway," he turned away from me and into the kitchen. "Besides Jed's going to be there." 

I should be happy, but my thoughts of James and Jed in the same room? My world was crumbling...and fast.

Sorry it has taken me forever to update my stories! I will try my hardest to update more often!! Please comment, like, and favorite!

much love, Morgan xx

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