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'Nate?! I cried out into the darkness and I felt two arms wrap around me as my guitar fell to the floor, along with a few of the trophies on the wall.

'I'm here.' He whispered as car alarms sounded outside.

'What just happened?'

'I don't know. Are you okay?'

'My wrist.' I winced. It was throbbing. He let go of me for a moment and then the torch of his phone looked me over.

'You're hurt.' He whispered. 'Can you get up?'

'Yes.' I pushed myself off of the ground and tried to wriggle my wrist, to no such luck. 'I can't move it.' Tears brimmed in my eyes and it stung.

'It might be broken. Come on, let's get you some ice.' He directed me through the dark into the living room, which was lit by the huge windows. I gasped at the sight of thick, black smoke filling the air and spoiling the beautiful view.

'That's one big fire.' I whispered as Nathan rummaged through his freezer. He brought over a bag of peas wrapped in a tea towel and wrapped it gently around my wrist. I winced as the cool touched my swollen skin.

'I don't think that's a fire.' Nathan whispered, his eyes concerned. He was right. The ground had shook, the power had gone, and smoke billowed into the sky from near the London Eye in the distance. My stomach churned. It had been an explosion and, most likely, a terrorist attack. 'Come on, I've got to get you to hospital. I'll drive us.'

I winced as Nathan buckled my seat belt and raised my wrist, desperate to keep the swelling down. I felt dizzy with pain and I wished I'd taken some painkillers. He drove us,in his BMW, a car I wasn't surprised that he owned, out of the underground parking lot and onto the road, which was filled with people trying to get somewhere. Police were hurrying along the path and it was obvious that whatever had happened was serious. The drive to the hospital should have taken ten minutes, but with the busy roads and ambulances and police cars taking past, it was more like twenty.

'How are you holding up?' Nathan asked from beside me as he moved aside to let another ambulance past.

'Okay.' I whispered. The pain was horrible, but I was also busy worrying about all of my friends in London. Taylor was safe as her flight had left at lunchtime, but what about Daisy and Amanda and Greg, Jake, Jesse and Ed? Ed. I desperately tried to phone them, any of them, but the call wouldn't connect. The lines were down. 'I can't get hold of anyone.' I told Nathan, my face etched with worry.

His mouth formed a straight line and I knew he was worrying about his friends and family too. 'I'm sure everyone is fine.' He said, trying to reassure himself just as much as me. 'Ah, thank goodness.' He pulled into the hectic hospital car park, grabbing a ticket on the way in and then finding one of the last few spaces. Then he was by my door, opening it for me like a gentleman.

'I'm afraid I've defrosted your peas.' I told him as he locked the car door and he led me towards the Accident and Emergency department.

'That's the least of my concerns.' He replied, ushering me through the door.

I'd never seen a hospital so frantic. People were being pushed in on stretchers and on beds, some of them being left in the corridor. There were head injuries, a few burns and breaks far worse than mine. I suddenly wished I'd waited and come back later. I didn't have any bones protuding my skin.

'Can I help you?' A nurse asked as we reached the reception desk.

'I think she's broken her wrist.' Nathan replied.

'May I see?' The nurse looked at my wrist carefully. 'I'm afraid it's going to be a long wait. If you fill out these papers I can give you some coedine to help with the pain whilst you are waiting.'

Nathan scribed for me, as it was my right wrist I'd seemingly broken. Then I was given some water and some painkillers, which I didn't hesitate to take. There were no available seats left, so we sat down on the floor, our backs pressed against the walls as the television flicked on.

Breaking news: Terrorist Attack on London was the headline. The helicopter showed billowing smoke coming from next to the Houses of Parliament and the reporter was saying that they had no idea how many were dead or how many were injured at this time. Nausea overwhelmed me and I felt dizzy again as a tear rolled down my cheek. Why the hell couldn't I get hold of anyone? It was destroying me. I knew my family were safe, and Leanne and Adriana, but what about everyone else? I didn't realise I was crying uncontrollably until Nathan wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into him, trying his best to calm my mood.

Over the next few hours, as we sat waiting to be seen, the events started to unfold on the BBC news channel. Savants, again, were to blame. They'd been protesting outside the Houses of Parliament and then, suddenly, a bomb had gone off. They weren't sure yet where the bomb or bombs had been, but it was clear they were powerful. The whole of London had experienced a powercut and the ground had shook like an earthquake. London was currently on lockdown and roads in Westminster were closed. Buses were running people out of the city as an evacuation measure because the underground stations were closed. It was impossible to get anywhere unless you owned a car, but even then the roads were packed. My phone rang and I answered it without hesitation.

'Hello?' Amanda's voice was on the other end of the line. 'Please tell me you're okay.'

'Possible broken wrist but other than that, I'm fine.'

'Eric has been trying to get hold of you for hours.'

'I've not been able to get through to anyone.' I explained. 'Have you heard from Daisy? Jesse? Jake?'

'They're all fine, don't worry.' She said, reassuringly. 'Are you at the hospital?'

'Yeah, I've been here for hours.' I sighed. 'I'm hoping they're going to see me soon.'

'I hope so too. Keep me updated and stay safe.' And then she was gone. Suddenly, twenty-odd text messages came through at once and I relaxed. Eric, Jamie-Lee and Darren had all tried to get in contact. As had Leanne, Willow and my parents and Greg. I sent them all a message back to say that I was waiting for an x-ray, but other than that I was fine. The only person I hadn't heard from was Ed and that worried me. I tried dialling his number again but it went straight to voicemail.

'All of my friends and family are safe.' Nathan said, reappearing beside me after leaving to make phonecalls half an hour previously. He passed me a plastic cup of water. 'Have you got hold of everyone you wanted to?'

'Almost.' I said, examining my swollen wrist. It looked awful, but the peas had melted so there was nothing left to make it numb.

'Lucy May?' A doctor called and I carefully stood up.

'That's me.'

'Suspected broken wrist?'

'Yep.'

'Follow me, we'll go straight to x-ray.'

Nathan carried my bag and coat as we followed the doctor to the x-ray department. I wondered what I'd done without him today. 'I'll be right out here.' He told me with a smile as I walked into the x-ray room, my wrist still throbbing, even more so now the painkillers were wearing off.

'Okay, so how did you do it?' The doctor asked as he laid my wrist out flat.

'I fell on the sofa when the explosion happened and I guess I must have landed on it awkwardly.'

He ran his hand over my wrist and nodded. 'It's definitely an ulnar fracture but we have to run an x-ray anyway.'

I'd never had an x-ray before and it wasn't a pleasant experience. He moved my wrist into all kinds of painful positions as he snapped the photos and I winced as he did so. When it was done, I was sent to sit on a chair in the corridor to wait for the x-rays to come through, which seemed stupid when he'd already confirmed it was a break. Half an hour later, and we were called through to look at the picture. Thankfully, surgery wasn't required and they applied a plaster cast, one which I'd have to wear for six weeks. Not ideal when I had a movie premiere and an album launch concert over the next few weeks. It took a further hour to get back to Nathan's house and I felt exhausted as I walked up the stairs with my arm in a sling. It had been a stressful day.

'How am I going to get home?' I groaned as we reached Nathan's apartment. He unlocked the door and we stepped inside.

'I think it's safe to say you're not going anywhere tonight.'

'But I need my jammies and my toothbrush and-'

'Shh.' He cut me off. 'You really think you need all of that after the day we've had?'

'You're right.' I yawned, looking at the clock on the wall; 2am. Really?!

'I can give you some things to sleep in, okay? And I think I've even got a brand new toothbrush in the bathroom cupboard somewhere.'

He passed me a glass of water and my next round of coedine from the hospital, before disappearing into the bedroom. He appeared a moment later with a baggy Rolling Stones t-shirt and some pyjama shorts. He was even brandishing a red toothbrush in its Tesco wrapper. 'Here you go. You can use the bathroom first whilst I set up the sofa. You'll be a lot more comfortable in the bed.'

I looked out of the window at the London skyline, realising none of the stars were visible and it was a whole lot darker than normal. You couldn't even seen the lights of the London Eye or the Shard. It made me shudder. 'Thank you.' I whispered, uncertain of how much sleep I would actually be getting. I padded into the bathroom, carefully slipping out of my sling and changing into the t-shirt and plaid shorts Nathan had given me. Both were too big, because of his muscular figure, but I didn't care. I quickly brushed my teeth and ran my fingers through my knotted hair, before l vacated the bathroom.

Nathan's bedroom design surprised me. The grey carpet and white walls were simple, but it was the details that I was surprised by; four canvases decorated one wall, showing an underground sign, a double-decker bus, a postbox and a telephone box. There was a white bedside table decorated with a red alarm clock and bedside lamp, a copy of A Dance With Dragons laid out. The bed had a black leather frame, one of those ones with a built in television, and it was pushed against one of the walls, decorated with a London-themed duvet cover and two grey cushions and two red. His wardrobe was white, matching the bedside unit and took up the remaining wall, a large mirror built onto one of the doors. I carefully closed the black and grey blind and climbed into the duvet, burying myself underneath it, and somehow, falling asleep.

I was walking through London, over Westminster bridge when a familiar voice called me. I froze. What the heck was Rich doing here, wearing his angelic smile? How could someone hurt you so bad when they looked like an angel.

'I told you to join us but you didn't listen.' He said, his voice sly.

'Why would I join you? I don't want anything to do with you and I don't want to hurt anyone!' I hissed back. A man beside him lit up suddenly. A human fire ball. 'No!' I called out. He was going to explode. 'Don't. Don't do it!'

'Then join us.'

'I'll never join you!'

I saw Ed hurrying towards me and then the man exploded.

I woke up with a scream and I realised I was baking hot and tears were rolling down my cheeks. My breath was quick and I felt sick. Nathan appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide, wearing plaid boxer shorts and a tight tank top. 'Bad dream?' I nodded, mutely, wiping away my tears with my left hand, the one I could still use. 'Budge up.' He said, sitting down beside me. I did as he said, scooting over on the bed. His hand reached out, rubbing my back, reassuringly. 'Do you want to talk about it?'

'Not really.' I whispered, starting to relax a little. I wondered which other emotions he could make me feel.

'Try and get back to sleep.' He whispered, soothingly. I laid down, facing away from him and he gently rubbed my back.

Lucy? Please tell me you're okay.I've been trying to call you. Ed's voice came into my mind, catching me by surprise, but Nathan's ability kept me calm.

I'm fine. Goodnight. I replied, and then I must have fallen asleep.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up the next day, but I was surprised to see that Nathan was fast asleep beside me, like my own personal dreamcatcher, keeping away the nightmares with his arm draped around my waist. He looked cute asleep and I couldn't help but admire the muscles shown by his tank top. I carefully climbed over him, grabbed my phone from the bedside table and switched it on as I walked out into the living room. I sat down and turned on the television, coming straight onto the news channel.

'Transport and roads are still shut in London as the city remains at a standstill after the explosion at Westminster yesterday. Twelve have been confirmed dead so far and at least twenty three people are critically injured. It has been announced that savant protestors were in Westminster before two car bombs exploded, so the two have been connected. Some parts of the city have been evacuated and the police have suggested that people stay in their homes wherever possible until they have more information.'

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. How awful. I logged into Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, surprised by the amount of fans concerned for my safety. I felt for them and hoped they didn't know any of the victims. I decided to send out a message on all of my social media, snapping an image of my plaster cast.

Thanks for all your kind thoughts. Thankfully, other than a broken wrist, I am fine. Thinking of the victims and their loved ones today and praying for those in hospital. We are stronger than this if we stand together x

London didn't re-open transport until the weekend, but security remained incredibly high. Police were everywhere and more officers had been called in from other parts of the country. Westminster, of course, remained closed, due to the damage caused by the explosions and tourists were still been advised not to visit. Which meant that my birthday on the Saturday had been a lousy one. I spent the day rehearsing for my album launch the following day, unable to be joined by my friends as Leanne and Adriana were both working. The band hadn't even acknowledge my birthday, so I felt pretty rubbish when I got home that evening. That was, until I saw the bunch of flowers and little blue Tiffanys box on the doorstep.

Happy Birthday birthday girl! I hope you like your presents and I'll see you soon, Nathan xx

I opened the box and gasped at the beautiful 'L' charm bracelet inside. It was simple but beautiful. And expensive. I was sure of it.

I hadn't wanted my album launch to take place on that Sunday , but Eric had assured me they had hired a large security team and I was staying in a hotel right by the venue so that I didn't have to travel across the city. I checked into my hotel at 4pm on Sunday afternoon, meeting Amanda and Leanne there. Adriana had once again been told she couldn't have the time off work, which she'd been very irritated about. I promised her I'd go to visit her soon.

'Hello our wounded soldier.' Leanne grinned, pulling me into a hug in the hotel lobby after I'd checked in. She passed me a late birthday present.

'How are you?' Amanda asked.

'Sore, but I'll do. Just annoyed I have to perform with this stupid thing on and ugh the premiere on Wednesday.' I groaned.

'I have a plan for that.' She smiled, reassuringly. 'Let's just worry about tonight first.'

The launch party was set to start at 7pm, with my performance starting at 7.30pm. It meant that Amanda spent the afternoon giving me my familiar Lucy May make-over, dolling me up for the evening in the Superior Triple Room I'd asked for; I wanted my two friends to stay with me, after all.

'So who's coming tonight?' Leanne asked as she blew at her wet nails Amanda had painted for her. She was currently busy painting a glittery coat on top of my deep purple nails, whilst the rollers worked miracles on my hair.

'I don't really know if I'm honest. The press, obviously, and Eric and the rest of the team, obviously. I know all of the artists on the label get an invite but I doubt anyone will turn up. Taylor wanted to come but she's got a concert tonight in Nashville. Nathan's coming and Abel, too.'

'Of course Nathan's coming.' Leanne said as if I was silly to point it out. 'He's completely into you.'

'No he's not.' I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

Amanda moved to applying my second coat of deep red lipstick. 'Oh, he definitely is. He spent hours sat in a hospital with you waiting for an x-ray and then he let you crash at is.'

And we fell asleep next to each other, I added silently. 'He's a good friend but that's all I want. I don't want my heart broken again.'

'Stop that, I'm trying to do your lips. Then you're ready to get dressed.' She swatted me.

'Mmmhmm.' Leanne rolled her eyes. 'Friends.'

Amanda stood back, looking at my face. 'Yep, you'll do. Now go and get dressed but please don't smudge your make-up or I'm going to have to kill you.'

My outfit for the evening was a black playsuit. One which was gorgeous but tricky to put on so I really hoped I wouldn't have to pee. It had a lace overlay over my shoulders and down to the sweetheart neckline. The lace continued over the back, but most of the back was open. Luckily, there was built in padding so I wasn't worried about not wearing a bra. Paired with my new purple shoe-boots and a black leather jacket, it was a really cool outfit and it made my smooth legs look super long.

'Come here and I'll finish your hair.' Amanda commanded. I walked over to her and she carefully took out the rollers, letting the curls fall around my shoulders. Leanne pulled a sparkly black vest over her shoulder, finishing off her jeans and heels outfit. She checked her appearance in the mirror as Amanda spritzed my hair with hairspray. 'Right you're all done. I'll just get changed and then we're ready to roll.' She grabbed her clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.

'Are you nervous?' Leanne asked as she threw on a black military jacket with her outfit.

'Yeah.' I replied, honestly, as I looked at my appearance in the mirror. 'What if people don't like the songs?'

'Don't be daft, they'll love them.' She said with a reassuring smile. 'Besides, if they were crap then Eric wouldn't have agreed with them.' She winked. 'I can't wait to hear them. Do I get my own signed copy of the album?'

'Of course.' I said with a smile, looking at the black cast on my arm, which Amanda had glued glitter to. It was a nice attempt. 'A benefit of being Lucy May's BFF.'

'I'm proud of you, babe.' She said, embracing me. 'Even if you look a little slutty in your new video.'

I groaned. The video of Love me Harder had been released the previous day and the e-mail from my parents suggested that they weren't best pleased about what their 'little girl' had been up to.

Lucy,

We're glad you're okay. Hopefully your wrist will stop hurting soon. Just seen your new music video. It's a bit racey, isn't it? Don't go making a bad name for yourself. We know you're not like that at all really. Good luck at your album launch tomorrow. We wish we could be there to see you. Be careful and we love you lots,

Mum and dad xxx

I'd been a bit embarassed thinking of them watching the video, let alone hearing the lyrics I was singing. Cringe. I shuddered at the thought. 'Slutty? Thanks.'

'Slutty's good.' She grinned. 'Another thing to make Ed envious of what he lost.'

Amanda emerged from the bathroom in a red tea dress, thick tights and long boots. 'Ready when you are.'

I took a deep breath. 'Then let's get this over with.'

The Bridge was a venue not far from Stamford Bridge Football Club, home to the Chelsea blues. The venue held just shy of 300 guests and would be made up for the lucky 50 fans who had won tickets and the rest would be press and other musicians, with a few people from the label of course. Amanda and Leanne were in a different car to me, which was disappointing, but apparently all eyes were supposed to be on me and I needed to arrive on the red carpet alone. Alone looking daft with a cast from a broken wrist. I looked at it self-consciously and hoped that whatever the plan was for the premiere, it wouldn't draw too much attention to my wrist. I was already fed up of the bulky thing and I was refusing to wear the sling because it made me feel even more silly. The car stopped and Matt, my only company climbed out of the back seat, moving round to open my door. I gulped. The press could be cruel and fans could be too. I only hoped they would enjoy the performances I'd selected from the album. Matt opened the door and gave me a friendly smile as he held it open. Not needing to worry about a bag, as Leanne had my phone, I climbed out carefully, supporting my wrist. The cameras flashed and I was surprised to see some fans lining the sides of the red carpet, with posters and magazines of me, screaming. Except I couldn't sign anything, bloody hand. I posed for as many selfies as I could, trying to make up to them, before making my way up to the paparazzi, posing for a few photos (whilst being filmed by my Vlog cameraman) before heading inside.

The venue was quite funky and was split into two parts; there was the standing area by the stage with a few stools scattered around the edge and its own tiny bar. Then there was the raised platform area with private booths, square-shaped stools and a bar decorated with disco lights. All around were images of me on the screens, photos from my album shoot and occassionally one of my music videos would play, including my new one with the Weeknd.

Eric called me over before I could go any further, practically pushing me into the backstage area. 'You need to wait back here so you can make your grand entrance.' He said.

'But I just walked up the red carpet.' I replied, confused.

'And in ten minutes you'll be on the stage. We need everything to be exciting.'

'Hey!' Daisy said, pulling me into a hug. 'You look great!'

'Apart from this stupid thing.' I groaned, pointing to the cast.

'The sparkles look good.' Jesse commented, putting his arm around my shoulders.

'The tech guy will be here to sort out your ear piece in a minute. Just don't mess up, okay? Stick to what you've planned. Six songs and then your song with The Weeknd.' Eric walked off, looking as nervous as I felt.

'So we're still going ahead with the cover, right?' Jesse grinned, referring to the cover we'd rehearsed and planned for the previous day.

'Of course.' I smiled. I'd had enough of being told what to do by my grumpy manager.

Ten minutes later and my earpiece was on and Daisy, Jake and Jesse were walking out onto the stage, being greeted by screams and applause. Abel gave me a thumbs up from where he stood, having his ear piece fitted. The music onstage started, opening with Heart Attack and I walked in, singing the song with my entrance.

'I think I'd have a heart attack.' I ended the song.

The fans in the standing area screamed and the rest of the crowd applauded, much to by relief. I put my microphone into the stand. 'Thank you so much. It's my pleasure to welcome each and every one of you tonight to the launch of my first ever album, Skyscraper. Thank you all for being here to share this special moment with me. This one's called Lightweight.'

After Lightweight, I went straight into Skyscraper and I couldn't believe that people were singing along to one of my songs. It was the craziest feeling ever. Then I sang Made in the USA, irritated that Eric had chosen a song I'd written about Ed to perform. I was thankful, at least, that he hadn't asked me to duet with Ed in front of all these people. I was Made For Loving You was on the album, but it was the last track. The End.

The music started up for Love me Harder and the crowd cheered, singing along as I danced around the stage, microphone in my hand, until Abel came on, causing more screams. I danced around him, making my dancing sexy as it had been at the Brit Awards.

'Ladies and gentleman, The Weeknd!' I said when we finished, signalling to Abel. He pulled me into a big, friendly hug, kissing me on the cheek, before he saluted and disappeared off of the stage. The next song on the set list was one of my favourite songs I'd ever written. I took a deep breath as the words came to me,

'My state of mind has finally

got the best of me

I need you next to me

I'll try to find a way that I

could get to you

Just wanna get to you

The world I see is perfect now,

you're all around

With you I can breathe.'

'Thank you so much London. Do you mind if I sing you a cover?' I asked and I noticed Eric shaking his head from the back of the room. The crowd cheered, encouraging it, so I turned away, facing my band and winking at them. We'd all rehearsed this perfectly, with them providing the backing vocals. It sounded awesome. I counted them in and they played the intro as I tapped my foot in time to the beat.

'I stay out too late

Got nothing in my brain

That's what people say, mmm-mmm

That's what people say, mmm-mmm.'

I turned to face the crowd, who were singing and jumping around in time to the music.

'I go on too many dates

But I can't make them stay

At least that's what people say, mmm-mmm

That's what people say, mmm-mmm.

But I keep cruising

Can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music

In my mind

Saying, "It's gonna be alright."

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off

Heart-breakers gonna break, break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off.'

The song went down a treat and we all joked about with silly dance moves as we sang it together. 'Give it up for Daisy, Jake and Jesse everybody!' I said and my band all bowed. I looked out into the crowd for Eric, but couldn't see him anywhere. Was he crying in a corner? Probably. That was when I spotted him. Stood there, casually, a beer in his hand. Ed. Daisy had spotted him too. She was giving me a thumbs up in the corner of my eye and I knew I had to continue. He wasn't going to beat me. 'This is my last song for tonight, but it's a song that means a lot to me. Thank you again for coming and I hope you enjoy it. This is Gonna get caught.'

On cue, the electric guitar sounded out and I wished I was playing my guitar for comfort as I started to sing.

'You reeled me in with your smile

You made me melt with your voice

Now I've been gone now for awhile

Just to find that I'm your seventh choice

And I don't wanna pay the cost

But it'd be best if you get lost

Cause we know you'll never change.

Don't say that you need me

And don't play these games with my mind

You better get out of my head cause your wasting your time

And don't say its forever

And don't play cause you had your shot

You better stop messing around cause you're gonna get caught.'

Ed's eyes met mine as I ended the chorus and I blinked, looking away. I'd written this song a few years back, but I'd never actually expected it to apply to him. The fault made me feel sick.

'You promised me all of your time

I guess I'm not the only one

But see it's my heart on the line this time

I'm your number one or I'm gone

Don't say that you need me

And don't play these games with my mind

You better get out of my head cause your wasting your time

And don't say its forever

And don't play cause you had your shot

You better stop messing around cause you're gonna get caught.'

I moved across the stage, strutting around, determined to distract myself as I continued to sing, venom in my voice.

'Go and try to get me back

I won't forget about our past

I never had the guts to leave

Now your making it

Now your making it much easier for me to see.'

I turned to face the front.

'And don't say that you're sorry

For breaking every inch of my heart

I should've known from the start now it's time to get lost.'

The guitar kicked back in and I ran my hand through my hair as I moved over to my bandmates, rocking out with them to finish the song.

'And don't say that you need me

And don't play these games with my mind

You better get out of my head cause your wasting your time

And don't say its forever

And don't play cause you had you shot

You better stop messing around cause you're gonna get caught.'

Ed was still staring at me and I locked eyes with his, feeling angry as I ended the song.

'You better stop messing around cause you're gonna get caught.'

The crowd cheered and applauded, and Ed looked away, his face almost sad. 'Thank you.' I said to the crowd with a smile. 'I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening.' I took a bow with my bandmates and then we walked offstage. 'We did it!' I squealed, pulling them into a group hug whilst trying not to injure my wrist even more. 'You guys were great!'

'So were you!' Daisy grinned, hugging me. She pulled back and Jesse kissed me on the cheek, making me step backwards. My female bandmate rolled her eyes. 'Come on, let's get changed and enjoy the rest of the party.'

I had a quick wash, getting rid of the sweatiness, and then Amanda appeared, ready to re-do my make-up. Leanne, of course, was with her, looking like a proud best friend. 'You were so awesome!' She cooed.

'Thanks.' I smiled, looking at my wrist. It was hurting like a bitch.

'Is it bad?'

'Very.' I frowned. 'But I'm determined not to have painkillers because then I can't have a celebratory drink!'

'Close your eyes, woman.' Amanda tutted and I did as I was told as she redid my eyeliner, carefully. When she was satisfied ten minutes later, I quickly changed into my second outfit of the evening; a subtle gold shimmery mini skater skirt, black shoe boots, over-the-knee black socks, a black strapless top, and a statement necklace. I had the leather jacket, too, but I didn't think I was going to need it. I was baking hot. I followed my friends out into the venue.

'That was a silly move up there, singing a cover.' Eric muttered, greeting me with a false smile and an uncomfortable hug.

'But they loved it.' I replied, returning the false, sickeningly sweet smile.

'You're lucky they did. Now go on, there's some members of the press wanting to speak to you. Do that and then you're free to mingle with everyone else.'

The questions for the press were all very similar; how do you feel about your first album? What are your hopes for the album? When are you going on tour? And, finally, how are you feeling about the break-up. I answered the questions, calmly, as I'd rehearsed with Eric, telling the press that I felt alright, sometimes things didn't work out and that was just life. Fans were starting to leave, as were the press, so I was just left with friends and others from my label. Ed hovered by the bar, talking to Paolo Nutini, who I was surprised to see at my album launch party. My ex-boyfriend/soulfinder glasses over at me and I looked away quickly, smiling at Leanne and Amanda like they'd said something funny.

'Well we didn't make it to number one, not yet. You're holding onto that spot pretty tightly.' Abel said from behind me.

I turned to face him and gave him a friendly hug. 'Thank you so much for coming and performing tonight.'

'You're welcome. You're a great girl to work with.' He said with a smile. 'Plus, I was going to ask a favour. I have a show in London next Friday, perform with me there?'

I didn't think anything was in my schedule and I very much doubted that, if there was, Eric was going to stop me performing at The Weeknd's show. 'Sure, sounds great.'

'Awesome. I have to go but I'll text you the dets.' He kissed me on the cheek. 'Have a great night.'

'You look like you need a drink.' Nathan's voice made me turn around in surprise. He had a glass of champagne in each hand.

'Thank you.' I smiled as he passed me a glass.

'To your debut album.' He raised his glass, clinking it against mine before taking a sip. 'I think it's safe to say that your launch party has been a success.'

'You think?' I replied, after taking a sip of my own glass.

'Absolutely.' He said with a cute smile that met his eyes. 'The fans loved it, it's all over social media, you performed very well despite having a cast on your arm.'

'I'm already sick of this thing.' I frowned. 'It just gets in the way and it looks awful.'

'You're still beautiful.' He said with a smile. Beautiful? It was something I hadn't heard since Ed had last called me it on Skype. It caught me off-guard and I think Nathan realised because he reached out and touched my arm, giving me that instantly relaxed feeling.

The party didn't finish too late and I was glad because my wrist was throbbing. Amanda, Leanne and I headed back to the hotel room, where I slipped my wrist into its sling and we collapsed on the double bed I was sharing with Leanne, in our pyjamas, watching Audrey Hepburn Classics. It was a wonderful way to end a surprisingly good evening. We woke up at a reasonable hour the next day and, after breakfast, we checked out and the girls dragged me to HMV to see my albums. I was surprised that a lot had already been sold when I arrived, and the girls snapped a shot of me stood next to them, which I uploaded straight to Instagram.

The big day is here! My debut album 'Skyscraper' is available to buy NOW! Coolest feeling ever!

The girls took me home, where I changed back into my pyjamas and pulled out the newspapers I bought with reviews from my album launch. I started with the Metro. It was short and sweet.

Last night, Lucy May wowed 300 lucky fans, members of the press and friends with her album launch party for her debut album Skyscraper. She performed a number of songs from her album, including her singles, sang her new single, her duet with The Weeknd and she had the crowd singing and dancing along to a funky version of 'Shake it off' by Taylor Swift. All in all, the girl knows how to put on a show and still look fabulous, even with a broken wrist.

It made me smile. I put the newspaper to one side and pulled out the next one.

Lucy May released her debut album with a BANG last night with an intimate performance of some of the songs from her first album. Her performances showed her superb vocal range and she looked stylish as always, with a playsuit from French Connection and her signature Shoe Boots from Topshop. She had the crowd singing and dancing from the start, although it was clear that she and Ed Sheeran are still not on speaking terms after he cheated on her whilst on tour in Australia at the beginning of this month. Now we have a new question; is she dating The Weeknd or Nathan Jones, both she has been spotted with on a number of occasions. Watch this space.

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, how petty? Nothing was going on with Abel or Nathan. Were girls not allowed to have male friends anymore? Maybe not if you were in the spotlight. Suddenly, I felt very dizzy and I quickly sat down, worried I was going to cause more damage to myself. I felt sick and I groaned. Another vision? Really? It had been so long since I'd had one. Could I not have had one warning me about the terrorist attack on London? I could have saved lives.

I could smell smoke. A lot of it. But where was I? I looked around, trying to work it out but it was unfamiliar to me. I was on a street and it definitely wasn't in England. I didn't realise the language on the shop signs. I looked ahead and my heart thumped against my chest as I saw the flames and heard the screams. There was a fire.

I had to get the people out of the shop. I had to. I ran towards it, prepared to throw myself in, but fire exploded into the air and the sheer impact threw me backwards, making me hit my head against the ground. Then everything went black.

I blinked as my living room came back into view. Another attack? But where?