'And cut!' The director of my Skyscraper music video called on Tuesday. 'Quick outfit change for Lucy. We need to wrap this today if the single is going to be released on Sunday.'

'We need to get to work. You've not been nominated for British Breakthrough at the Brits but there's still time for them to invite you to perform.' Eric told me and I felt like I'd been slapped in the face.

We'd been filming my video since 6am and frankly, I was pleased I didn't have Tyger or some other cocky idiot as my love interest. It was just me in the video, which was fine, but Eric was extra-tense. He'd wanted me to be nominated for the Brit awards, but I'd lost out to Jess Glynne and a few 'good-looking' male artists and the 'new' One Direction. Ed, on the other hand, had recieved nominations for Best British Male, Best Single and Best Music Video. And then Taylor had recieved a nomination for best Female International Artist. This meant that performing or not, I'd be there. However, performing or getting nominated had been the least of my concerns. I was mourning over the loss of my flat for goodness sake. And everytime I was photographed, paparazzi kept pointing this out.

I changed into my third outfit of the day, grateful to have Amanda with me. 'I'm so glad you're here.' I told her.

'You're looking tired. Still having trouble sleeping?' Her eyes were filled with concern.

I nodded. 'I know I'm safe and no one knows where I live, but I keep worrying that they're going to find me and burn my new place down. And it's hard settling into somewhere new I've got to call home.'

'Maybe you need to listen to your own lyrics.' She told me. 'And you should have a housewarming party. Maybe if it's filled with people you love then it might feel more liek home?'

I thought for a moment. 'That's not a bad idea.'

'Lucy! There's no time to waste!'

I sighed as Amanda smoothed down my flowing white dress. 'Coming!'

'How was your day?' Ed asked as I passed him his plate of spaghetti bolognese that evening.

'Stressful.' I replied, honestly. 'You know Eric.'

Ed frowned. 'He shouldn't be piling on this much pressure, especially with what you've been through lately.'

'As long as he gets his way, he doesn't care.' I sighed.

Ed reached forward and kissed me softly on the forehead. 'Well I care.'

'He's mad at me for now getting nominated at the Brits.'

'You released your first single one month before the nominations came out. It would have been pretty hard to get nominated. Just wait for the other award shows and you'll be nominated, I'm sure of it.' He gave me a proud smile. 'Oh, I forgot to say, Taylor's over for a while. She landed today so I'm sure she'll want to catch up soon.'

'I can invite her to the housewarming party.'

'Housewarming party?'

'I've decided I'm going to have one this weekend.' I told him. 'It might make this place feel more like home.'

'You know what else might?' He ran his hand up my thigh, an eyebrow raised.

That was the night we broke my bed in.

'Well hey there stranger.' A familiar voice said at the end of the phoneline as I left my album art photoshoot, guarded by Matt, the next day.

'Taylor! How are you?' I asked with a smile, pulling my bag tighter over my shoulder.

'I'm great, I love London. Now how are you?'

'I'm getting there.' I replied, honestly. 'It'll just take time, you know?'

'Absolutely. Which is why you are going to have the greatest party ever on Saturday.'

'Well I was just thinking simple. Nibbles and drinks.'

'Why don't you have a theme?' She suggested and I knew how good Taylor was at planning parties. Maybe she was right.

'Like what?'

'Are you free? I'll come over, but Ed's not allowed. It's time for a girls night in. I'll bring wine.'

'I'm sorry to bail tonight. Taylor wants a girl's night.' I said to Ed as I got home and locked the front door behind me.

'I've hogged you the past few weeks, I understand.' He said on the end of the line. 'It's nice you girls are getting on so well.'

Truth be told, I was nervous. I'd not hung out with Taylor by ourselves and we'd only hung out once; at her party on New Year's Eve. I quickly tidied up the kitchen, filling the dishwasher and making sure the place was presentable. Taylor's place was huge. She'd probably be disappointed with my small one-bedroom apartment. The gate downstairs buzzed, so I let Taylor in after checking it was her on the camera. Two minutes later, she was knocking on my door.

'Hey.' She said as I answered, pulling me into a big hug. 'It's so good to see you.'

'And you.' I replied, returning the smile. 'Come on in.'

'This place is so cute!' She said, after I'd given her a quick tour. I wasn't sure if she meant cute as in homely or cute as in small. 'And that rooftop terrace is incredible.'

'It is, isn't it?' I smiled.

'Absolutely.' She said, sipping her wine. 'So let's talk this party on Saturday. I've got a great idea.'

'You have?'

'Sure! You love the fifties stuff, right?' She nodded at the Audrey Hepburn 'Roman Holiday' movie poster hung up on the wall. I'd picked it up in Camden the previous day.

'Yep.' I replied, taking a sip of my own glass. The wine was delicious, whatever it was. I looked at the label and realised I'd never heard of it. It looked pretty expensive too.

'So let's have a 1950s party! We can hang records everywhere and make milkshakes, some alcoholic. The girls can wear 50s dresses and pin-up outfits and the guys can wear suits or leather jackets. It would be awesome!'

'It would!' I nodded in agreement.

'There's a few party stores in Camden if I remember. Let's head there tomorrow and pick up decorations and outfits. Is your schedule free?'

'All day.'

'Perfect.'

Hanging out with Taylor was like having an extra best friend. We hardly knew each other, yet we had so much in common. Her private car picked me up that Thursday morning and we headed straight to Camden, in our jeans, warm coats and sunglasses to conceal our identities, although I wasn't sure how long that would last for.

'So you and Ed still going strong?' She asked once we had been dropped off in Camden. We walked down the busy street, moving in and out of the crowds unnoticed.

'We are.' I smiled, unable to help myself.

'You guys are a very cute couple.' She said, nudging my arm playfully.

'So are you and Adam.'

'Yes we are.' She nodded in agreement, before pulling me into a shop. 'So we're looking for rock and roll decorations.. we won't get any vinyl.. we'll get that super cheap in the market. But music notes, sundae glasses, striped straws... ooh, I can see some!'

Whilst we shopped, I sent a text around to all my guests, making sure they knew what the theme was going to be. Surprisingly they seemed quite happy with it. After spending the morning shopping for decorations and our outfits, Taylor decided we'd go for Afternoon Tea in her favourite place. The Shepherds Bush hotel was, of course, in Shepherds Bush. The four-star hotel had large glass panelled windows and was the former BBC officers and recording studios.

'Hello, Miss Swift.' The receptionist greeted my friend with a smile as we walked into the building. 'Are you after a room?'

'Not this time thank you, Paulo.' Taylor said, pushing her sunglasses onto her head. I did the same. 'My friend Lucy and I have actually been busy shopping and we'd really like an afternoon tea as yours are my favourite.'

'Absolutely.' Paulo smiled. 'You head on up to the first floor and it'll all be sorted to you.'

The first floor consisted of a small restaurant area, with cosy booths decorated with purple and yellow spotted cushions. The waitress showed us straight to a table, which was decorated with vinyl artwork and vinyl records for placemats. She brought us each a metallic pink tea cup and saucer, each with a matching spoon on the side. 'Your tea will be ready in four minutes.' She said, before disappearing.

'This is so cool!' I grinned, admiring the table decor.

'I know.' Taylor smiled. 'It's the only place in London where you can have an afternoon tea at midnight. Great when you've just finished a show.'

'Amazing!' I said, looking around. A teenage girl and her mum gawped at us with recognition, but Taylor seemed unphased. 'Adam's welcome to come on Saturday if he's free.' I said to my friend, turning back to face her.

'His tour doesn't finish for another week.' She pouted. 'Otherwise he'd definitely come. Maybe the four of us could hang out sometime though? I'm guessing you'll be at the Brits?'

'I think so. If my manager stops sulking. He wanted me to be nominated.'

'It's not easy getting nominated.' She told me. 'So don't let it get to you. You're still a newcomer. You'll definitely get there, you've just got to give it time.'

'T-Rex Tea, Miss Swift and Miss May.' The waitress said, pouring us each a cup. 'Your food will be out shortly.'

I sipped at the tea. 'Mmm this is the best tea I've ever had, that's for sure.'

Taylor smiled beside me. 'It is, isn't it? I tried to make my own back in Nashville but I couldn't get it quite right. Back to what you were saying though, you have to come to the Brits. I'm going with all the girls and we're going to the afterparty. You have to join us.'

'Okay.' I smiled. 'I'll be there.'

'Good! Your manager can't get mad at you for going, it's great publicity.'

'He's just always grumpy.' I told her, rolling my eyes. 'It's a shame I can't share Leon with Ed.'

'Leon's great.' Taylor nodded. 'But not everyone in the industry is, I'm afraid. Some are just there for the money.'

The waitress returned with a cupcake stand filled with goodies and I gawped, unable to help myself. Salmon and cream cheese sandwiches, mini cheeseburgers, mini wraps, cheese melt sandwiches, 'rolling' scones, nutella burgers, lemon cake, mini cheesecake and macaroons. I was in heaven. 'Here you are.'

'This is incredible.' I said, pulling out my phone and taking a photo.

'Would you like me to take a photo of the two of you?' The waitress offered and I nodded, passing her the camera. We posed together with our tea and she took a few snaps. 'There you are! Enjoy!'

'They're good photos.' Taylor said, when we had finished eating and I was completely stuffed. I flicked through the photos, choosing the best one. 'Make sure you upload one and then I'll steal it off you.'

I smiled, uploading the picture to Instagram;

Afternoon tea with the fabulous taylorswift . A little taste of what's to come this weekend.

It certainly was.

Ed was working on Saturday. Some Television interview somewhere, which meant he was going to be a few minutes late to the party. Until lunchtime, I stayed in my pyjamas as I hoovered and cleaned the house, making sure it was pristine for my party. After my shower, I threw on my underwear and dressing gown and set to work with the decorating. I hung vinyl records tastefully around the living room and I set up the mini jukebox CD player on the kitchen counter. I blew up balloons, leaving them across the floor and moved the sofa forward to create a photobooth behind it, filled with all kinds of crazy props. I added some lanterns to my roof terrace, as we were bound to be using it, and then I threw some more fairylights around the living room. When I was satisfied, I prepared all of the food before taking a nap. I was woken up by my buzzer half an hour later.

'Hello?' I said, trying to sound as if I hadn't just woken up.

'Hi, it's Amanda.'

'You're a few hours early.'

'I thought you might want some help getting ready?'

'Can't complain with that.' I buzzed her in and pulled my robe tighter around myself. Within minutes, she was knocking on my front door. I let her in and she was unphased by my current look; a dressing gown. It was something she was used to seeing me in.

'This is nice.' She smiled, looking around nosily. 'Really nice. I bet it's not cheap.'

'It's reasonable considering it's London.' I replied, honestly. 'It's actually the cheapest place I looked at.'

'It's really quite spacious.' She said. 'Now put on some music and let's get all dolled up.'

We finished getting ready half an hour before the party was due to start, which meant I had time to lay out all of the food on the table. Before heading to the kitchen, I stood back and looked in the mirror. Amanda was great at retro hair and make-up. My hair had been curled into Hollywood glamour curls, pinned back on one side by a red flower. My make-up channelled fifties with winged eyeliner and bright red lips, which Amanda had assured me were 'kiss proof.' I wore a nautical wiggle dress; a navy high-waisted tight-fitting skirt secured with a white belt and then a red and white striped halterneck top. It made my figure look incredible, especially with my red heels.

'A pin up dream.' Amanda winked from behind me in her Sandy from Grease outfit; a skin-tight off-the-shoulder jumpsuit, heels and very big hair.

The doorbell buzzed and I frowned. 'Whoever that is, they're early.' I walked into the hallway and answered it. 'Hello?'

'Luce!' Came Leanne's voice down the line. 'I know we're early but it was either get a train to arrive early or one to arrive an hour late. And you know us, we like being early.'

'Come on up!'

I waited by the door for the knock, before opening it and pulling two of my best friends into the biggest hug ever. 'I've missed you two!'

'So it seems!' Adriana choked.

'Come on in!'

They walked in, giving me the chance to admire their outfits. Leanne was channelling Rosie the Riveter with her hair in a loose bun, fixed with a headscarf and her navy button-down playsuit secured with a white belt. Adriana had gone for an updo and headscarf too, except she was wearing red cropped trousers and a white cropped shirt, tied up under the waist, decorated with tiny red polkadots.

'You two look lovely!' I grinned.

'Not too bad yourself.' Leanne winked. She looked over my shoulder and I heard footsteps behind me.

'Leanne, Adriana, this is Amanda, my friend and stylist. Amanda, this is Leanne and Adriana.' I said, introducing them to each other.

'Ah, so you're the reason she always looks so good when she's in London.' Leanne joked.

'Thanks for that, babe.' I said, sarcastically. I walked past her and into the kitchen. 'Girls, put your overnight bags in the bedroom and come and help me with the food.'

Everyone else turned up just after seven, which allowed me just enough time to lay the food out on the table and turn on the 1950s music. My whole band arrived, Daisy dressed as a pink lady and Jesse and Jake as T-birds. Then Taylor arrived, in a red and white polka-dot pin up dress with a fishtail bottom. And then finally, Ed turned up, in black jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket.

His eyes widened when I opened the door. What are you trying to do to me?

Does it look okay?

Okay? I want to take you back to my place, does that sound okay?

A smile creeped onto my lips and I gave him a gentle kiss, before whispering, 'I can't really leave my own party. Let's save that for later.'

'I can't believe Taylor Swift is at your party!' Leanne whispered later that evening as we stood on the terrace, wrapped in blankets and admiring the view. Inside, everyone else was dancing and having a great time. The party was proving a huge success.

'I know, it's completely insane.' I agreed, shaking my head in disbelief. 'This whole thing is.'

'Have the police found out who it was yet?'

'No.' I frowned, looking over my shoulder at Adriana dancing with Amanda.

'I hope they find out soon. You must be on edge.'

'I am a lot of the time.' I sighed. 'But I've got my security guard and then they don't know where I live now. I've just got to keep it that way.'

'It's midnight!' Taylor squealed, excitedly, appearing on the roof terrace behind us. 'Happy Skyscraper day!'

I laughed. 'Thanks.'

'Come on, we've all got to order it on iTunes.'

Leanne gave my shoulder a squeeze. 'Let's head on in and order your second single, superstar.'

'Did you have a good time?' Ed asked as I climbed into bed beside him early on Sunday morning. Adriana and Leanne were on the sofa bed in the living room and everyone else had gone.

I nestled up to him and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. 'It was good, wasn't it?'

'Of course. Everyone had a great time.' He smiled, kissing my nose gently. 'But did you?'

'Yeah.' I replied. 'I did.'

'Does it feel more like home?'

'I think so... it's just a big change from Brighton, you know?'

'It is.' He nodded.

'And I miss being by the sea.' I sighed. 'I've always been by the sea.' I looked over at Ed and wondered if he was listening. He seemed distracted somehow. 'What's wrong?'

He bit his lip. 'I'm going to Australia.'

'Well that will be fun.' I said with a reassuring smile.

'It's for a month. I'm doing some promotion and a few concerts and I've got this tiny part in Home and Away which is just crazy.'

A month? My heart sank a little. 'When are you going?'

'Tuesday.'

'This Tuesday?'

'I should have told you.' He said, his eyes sad. 'But I didn't want to go, what with everything that's happened recently. Leon said it would cost far too much to cancel everything and then we tried to talk to Eric about you coming too but he wants you here for your album launch.' How long had he known? Why hadn't he told me? It made me feel sad. And then I realised that not seeing him for a month... him being completely on the other side of the world... it was going to be awful. 'Please say something.' He whispered, his eyes locking with mine.

'I'm going to miss you.' Was all I could say.

Skyscraper didn't reach Number 1 on Sunday. Instead, it entered the charts at number 10 and I knew Eric was somehow going to take it out on me. On Monday, I wanted to call in sick so that I could spend my last day with Ed for a month, but I knew that it wouldn't be possible. My day was busy; I performed on This Morning that morning, then there was a BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge performance at lunchtime and then finally, The Alan Titchmarsh Show. Ed and I had dinner at his place that night and I picked up Graham, as he was going to be staying with me for the next month at my apartment. On Tuesday morning, Ed kissed me goodbye and left my apartment for Australia.

'So we're only at number 10.' Eric said when I got into his office that morning. The rest of the team were there as usual, Darren rolling his eyes behind Eric's head.

'But it was only released on Sunday.' Jamie-Lee said, inputing something into her iPad. 'And the video isn't released until this afternoon. That'll help. Lucy could be number 1 by Sunday.'

'Could be? She will be. This week we are working extra hard. What have you got for us?' Eric asked Jamie-Lee as my schedule appeared on-screen. It was busy enough to make my eyes hurt.

'Well we've got the album photoshoot this afternoon.' Jamie-Lee said. 'And then tomorrow there's the signing at HMV. That should help as people have to buy copies of the single to get them signed.'

'What do we have tomorrow evening?' Eric asked.

'Nothing.' Jamie-Lee replied. 'It's a free evening.'

'Is there something we can book in?'

'I'm supposed to be having dinner with Taylor.' I butted in, wishing he wouldn't book up all of my freedom.

He raised his eyebrows. 'We are trying to get you to number 1 here. I think that's more important than a dinner date.'

'Actually, that could be some good publicity.' Jamie-Lee said, shooting me a reassuring smile. 'We could give paparazzi a call.'

'Fine.' Eric said, irritated.

'And Thursday and Friday are completely booked with more interviews, both magazine and television.'

'I feel like there's not enough going on with social media.' Eric said, looking at Darren. 'Ideas?'

'Well the website is up and running and hits are pretty good this week.' Darren said, bringing the website up onto the projector screen. 'And the weekly covers are doing okay on Youtube.'

'Let's take this up a notch.' Eric said, cracking his knuckles. 'Vlogs. Behind the scenes of Lucy May.'

'A weekly Vlog could work, sure.' Darren nodded.

'Good. We're done here. Darren, get hold of a camera crew. We need them at the shoot today.' He looked over at me. 'I'll send a car for you at 1pm sharpish. Don't be late.'

Graham was pleased to see me when I got home for lunch. I'd decided to opt for a chicken salad as I knew Eric would kill me if I turned up for my photoshoot looking bloated. I sat down with my lunch and Graham purred as he rubbed his head against my ankle. He was probably going to miss Ed too. The Skype ringtone came up on my computer and I answered it, surprised my cousin was calling me when it was only 8am over there.

'Hey cuz!' She said, cheerfully, from the other end of the line.

'Hey.' I replied, swallowing my last mouthful. I chopped up the chicken I'd saved for Graham and placed the plate on the floor for him.

'How's life?'

'Hectic.' I sighed. 'What about with you?'

'Not too bad, but work is pretty busy. The boss wants to know when I can get an exclusive with Lucy May!'

'You'll have to go through Jamie-Lee and Eric.' I replied. 'My manager is so controlling.' Graham meowed from by my feet.

'Did you get a cat?'

'Oh, no, it's Graham. Ed's cat.' I picked up the meowing kitty and he rubbed his head against my face.

'Awh he's so cute!'

My door buzzed and I cursed under my breath. 'I'm sorry, but I've got to get off to my photoshoot. I'll Skype you later?'

'Yeah, sure.'

I grabbed my handbag and keys and headed out, carefully shutting the door behind me. An hour later, and my face was being covered in make-up by Amanda as an unfamiliar hairdresser straightened my hair.

'How are we doing?' Eric asked, appearing in the dressing room and ruining my catch up with Amanda as she carefully applied some false eyelashes to my eyelids. I groaned, inwardly, no longer in my happy place.

'Nearly done.' Amanda replied in a sing-song voice.

'Good. Lucy, we've added something to tomorrow's schedule.'

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep calm. 'Have we?'

'Tomorrow morning you're meeting with Abel Tesfaye.'

'Sorry, who?'

'The Weeknd. He's asked if you would be interested in dueting with him for his new song. I've said that you definitely would, especially as it's for the new Fifty Shades film set to be released at the end of next month.'

I groaned inwardly again. I hated Fifty Shades of Grey. I just wanted to punch 'Mr Grey.' Biggest dickhead ever. 'Erm, okay?'

'I trust you won't screw it up. It's a big opportunity for you.' Eric said and then he was gone, leaving me blinking and feeling bitter.

'I can't believe he just spoke to you like that.' My hair stylist said, in shock, as she spritzed my hair with product.

'He always does.' Amanda replied, shaking her head. She held up a dress bag. 'Now let's get you dressed before he gets any grumpier. If that's possible.'

My first outfit was a black bandage bodycon mini dress, which only just covered my butt. It was flattering, but I wouldn't go out in it. I'd spend the whole time pulling it down again, worried I was flashing my underwear to the world. I did as I was told, posing against a wall and on a chair, and so on, desperate to get the photoshoot over with and be away from Eric and his judging eyes. Could Warner have not found me a nicer manager? Like Leon?

'Okay, outfit change!' The photographer said with a thumbs up. I was ushered back to the dressing room, where Amanda looked nervous.

'Here.' She said, passing me a dress bag.

I changed in the privacy of the bathroom and frowned. It was just an off-the-shoulder black jumper. 'Er, Amanda, did you forget to give me the leggings?' I called through the toilet door and suddenly I knew why she looked nervous. She'd not been happy with the outfit choice either. I spotted the frilly, lace knickers on the hanger and realised that those were my bottoms. My stomach lurched and I felt nervous. Lingerie? Really? I didn't want people to see me in my lingerie. That was something for when Ed and I were alone together. I ran a hand through my hair, nervously, and jumped at the sound of knocking on the door.

'We've not got all day!' Eric's irritated voice said from the other side of the door.

'I'm not wearing this.' I replied, my voice cracking as I said it.

'Yes you are, darling. I'm trying to make you big and we need to apply to a wide audience.'

'What? Perverts?!'

'If you don't wear it then I'm going to have to speak to Warner about you being uncooperative and I can tell you now, you're not making fifteen grand a day like your boyfriend. You won't be a big loss to the label.'

It was like I'd just been punched in the stomach, but I knew he was right. He had the power to get rid of me and, so early into my career, I wasn't a big loss for Warner Records. I'd not made them much money at all. Yet. I changed into the french knickers, feeling winded, and I opened the door, pulling my jumper down to cover my bum. Eric looked at me without saying anything and I followed him silently back to the photoshoot, doing as I was told.

Abel, aka The Weeknd, greeted me with a smile and a shake of the hand when I met him at Select Recording Studios the following morning, dressed in a black off-the-shoulder jumpsuit. 'It's great to meet you.' He said with a smile in his Canadian accent.

'You too.' I replied, shyly as Eric's words echoed in my head; I trust you won't screw it up.

'Would you like to hear the song? I can sing it and play the backing so you can see what you think.'

It didn't matter what I thought. I had to agree to do it or Eric would drop me. It was a song about sex, of course. It had to be; it was going to be the song for the new Fifty Shades of Grey film.

'Well what do you think? Fancy giving it a go?' He asked, looking hopeful.

'Sure.' I replied, faking my best smile.

'Great.' He passed me over the sheet of music and the lyrics. 'Let's see what you've got.'

The music started up and I took a deep breath. 'Tell me something I need to know

Then take my breath and never let it go

If you just let me invade your space

I'll take the pleasure, take it with the pain

And if in the moment I bite my lip

Baby, in that moment you'll know this is

Something bigger than us and beyond bliss

Give me a reason to believe it

'Cause if you want to keep me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder.'

The Weeknd loved how I made the song my own and he agreed to call Eric with the details for the recording in the studio the following week. I'd left with a backing CD to learn the full song and with Abel's number. Then I'd headed straight to the signing, despite my growling stomach's protests.

'Can we get you anything Miss May?' Asked a HMV worker when I arrived at the store.

A full English Breakfast please. 'A bottle of water would be great.' I said with a friendly smile. Eric nodded from beside me, whilst he tapped away on his phone.

'Not a problem.' The HMV worker said, grabbing a bottle of water from a mini-fridge and passing it my way. 'Let me know if you need anything else.'

'Hi Miss May, I'm Dion, the manager of the store.' The HMV Oxford Street Manager shook my hand. 'I just need to run through how a few things are going to work here.'

'Okay.' I nodded, signalling for him to continue.

'There's a lot of fans outside. Some have been out here for most of the day so I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that there's a good turn out.' He said with a confident smile. 'The first fifty are guaranteed and have wristbands. After that, it's time dependent. One photo is fine with their signed single but no more. Our security guards will be strict with people on that. Are there any questions?'

'Nope.'

'Great then we'll get started. If you could follow me.'

I took a sip of the water and followed Dion onto the shop floor. Screams filled the room and people called my name as I took my seat in front of the HMV backdrop. I waved as I pulled my chair under the table and then the first fans were there; two twins who looked around fifteen.

'Oh my god, this is so cool!' One said as they passed me their physical copies of my single. I looked up and spotted Lewis, my cameraman, filming our encounter for my Vlog.

'Hey girls, what are your names?' I asked with a friendly smile.

'I'm Rachael and this is Alice.' The other one said. I scribbled personal messages on their singles and then posed for a few pictures.

The rest of the week flew by and soon it was Sunday, a much-needed day off. I spent the day on the sofa, in my pyjamas, with Graham for company. He purred as I scratched behind his ears, as I watched back the first edit for my Vlog Darren had sent me. It was alright, apart from the photoshoot where I'd had to wear a jumper and french knickers. Luckily, you couldn't see my bum at any point but I assumed that this had probably been edited out, thankfully. My Skype Dial sounded and I closed Windows Media Player, accepting the Video Call from Ed.

'Hey beautiful.' He said, cheerily, and Graham looked up, recognising the voice.

'Beautiful?' I said with a raised eyebrow. I'd been sat in my Star Wars pyjamas all day and my hair was in a loose bun on top of my head. 'What time is it over there?'

'Eight AM. Ten hours difference, remember?' He teased. 'And yes, beautiful.'

'I miss you.' I pouted.

'I miss you too.' He said with a frown. 'At least it makes for some good new songs though right?'

'I guess.' I sighed.

'I'll be home soon beautiful. It won't be long. I promise.'

The next week was another busy one, with preparations for the album coming together and I was busy recording with The Weeknd for the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack. What was weird, though, was that I only recieved the odd text from Ed. Then, two weeks after he had left, I recieved a text that was enough to break my heart in two.

We need to talk.