AN: Willow I've imagined to look like Victoria Justice (but with bluey green eyes) and Lucy like Nina Dobrev (but with bluey green eyes)

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Sky.

'Standing in a crowded room and I can't see your face

Put your arms around me, tell me everything's OK

In my mind, I'm running round a cold and empty space

Just put your arms around me, tell me everything's OK'

Ed handed me a beer and clinked his bottle against mine. 'Cheers.'

'Cheers.' I smiled, hoping the beer wouldn't make me too bloated in my tight-fitting outfit. Miami port was getting further and further away and we were heading off the coast as the sun was starting to set. It was beautiful.

'Ted, mate!' Sam Smith embraced Ed in a hug and then turned to me. 'Wow, look at you Sky!' He kissed me on the cheek and I felt my cheeks blush. 'I'm not sure the drink goes with the look.'

'Should I be having a martini?' I laughed.

'Yes, probably.' Sam smiled. 'But it makes you unique, so keep it up. Don't turn into something you're not.'

'I won't.' I vowed.

'Wow, you've only just come over and already this conversation is pretty deep mate.' Ed laughed, nudging Sam with his elbow.

'You know me, full of meaningful conversations.'

'And lyrics, too.'

'You can talk!' I raised an eyebrow at Ed.

'You'll be joining the soppy club soon, I'm sure.' Sam laughed. 'How's your first tour going?'

'Incredible. Last night the crowd was singing along... it was the best feeling.'

'And she has excellent company.' Ed added.

Sam rolled his eyes. 'I hope you're looking after her.'

'He has to, or I think my husband would come after him.' I grinned. Sam looked over at Ed with an awkward smile and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. 'So... good music. Who's the DJ?'

'Someone who's just come back from Ibiza apparently.' Sam replied, nodding to the upstairs deck. 'Shall we head up there?'

'Sure.' Ed and I chorused. We'd done that a lot lately. Obviously we were spending too much time together.

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Lucy

Being on a packed, fancy boat had not been what I had in mind when I had flown over to Michigan to catch up with Willow, who had always been more like a sister than a cousin to me. Some people even thought that we were sisters with our brunette hair (although mine had natural caramel highlights) and bluey green eyes. I was taller than Willow, as my legs were longer. Some people said I was lucky with long legs, but at 5ft7 it was hard to find trousers the right length that weren't ankle-swingers. Thank god for New Look and Topshop.

Willow lived in West Bloomfield, MI, which was where we usually spent our summers and the occasional Christmas. She lived in a beautiful house with a decking surrounding it and it looked out over the lake, which we often swam in when the weather was nice enough. There were plenty of parks nearby and it was easy enough to drive over the border into Canada when we wanted to, plus New York was reachable so I'd been there a few times too. Miami was a different story; everyone was either a tourist or owned a lot of money. The only place that seemed different was the local neighbourhoods, which were fun of art and large, happy families. This boat party was no different. Almost everyone on it was famous, some talented but some only famous because of who they knew. I'm not a bitter person, I try not to be, but I've always wanted to make something of my life. Since I was five, I've played guitar. Since I was ten, I've written my own songs. At fifteen, I performed at Talent Shows and created my own Youtube channel. I've sent numerous amounts of songs and demos to record labels. At twenty-two, I've finished my music course at University and the closest I am to achieving my dream is working in an old, vintage records store in the Laines in Brighton. I love my job, but it isn't quite how I imagined my life to be.

'Here.' Willow passed me another drink. 'There are so many people drinking on here who I swear are underage.'

'I still find it weird that the drinking limit is twenty-one here.' I replied. 'All those parties at university without someone drinking too many jagerbombs; could you believe it?'

'That was my college life.' Willow laughed. She had studied Media at College and was now working for a tabloid newspaper. Quite handy when she had some a-list friends like Selena, although I knew she would defend her to the end.

'Hey ladies.' Speaking of Selena, she walked over to us and embraced us in a hug at the same time. 'Are you having a good time?'

'Absolutely.' Willow smiled, answering for both of us. I was just hoping I wasn't going to end up in the water or being seasick. There was a reason I had worn sparkly gladiator sandals and not heels.

'There's some sofas at the front of the boat if you want to sit.' She smiled. 'I'm so glad we've got perfect weather.'

'Me too.' I replied. 'White in rain would have been a disaster.'

'I know!' She laughed. 'Thank goodness!' We followed her to the sofas and sat down with her. I couldn't help noticing the orange colour the sky was turning with sunset. It was beautiful. 'So, Luce, how's your song-writing going?'

I bit my lip. 'Not so great, I'm still in the record store.'

'This is ridiculous, you've been trying for years!' She sighed, dramatically. 'You should just send over a demo and I'll drop it in for you.'

It wasn't the first time she had offered, but I didn't want to be someone who got famous because of who she knew. I wanted to have worked hard to get there myself. 'Thanks.' Was all I decided to say.

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Ed.

'Mate, you need to stop doing this to yourself.' Sam said as Sky headed off to the bar downstairs.

'What?' I frowned, looking back at my friend.

'You and Sky. You need to stop falling in love with her.'

'I... can't.'

Sam's eyes softened and he grabbed my shoulder. 'Mate, I know it's hard but she's married.'

'I know it won't happen.' I replied, sternly. 'And I would never jeopardise her marriage. As much as I hate to say it, Zed's a good guy.'

'And so are you, which is why I want you to find an available girl who will love you back.'

I looked around at the girls on the boat. Sure, some were beautiful and some were sexy, but I wasn't sure if they were ever going to live up to Sky.

We left Miami behind the next day and I couldn't help but replay my conversation with Sam in my head, over and over again. It still filled my mind when we were in New York four tour dates later and I knew something was going to have to change. We arrived in New York at lunchtime and it was straight for soundcheck. Madison Square Garden was one of my favourite places to perform. I'd seen many concerts there, as well as ice hockey and basketball. The screens outside were showing my face and logo and Sky was up there too, looking beautiful as ever. I cursed myself and looked over at her, in her pink sundress. She smiled at me and then looked up at the screen, her skin becoming pale.

'If it helps, it isn't the biggest venue you've played yet.' I said to her.

She tied her hair back into a bun and threw her dress bags over her shoulder as we walked through the doors into backstage. 'Okay.'

I walked in front of her, stoppping her in her path. 'Sky, what's wrong?'

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Sky.

Ever since the flowers had arrived in Miami, there had been a regular occurance. I'd recieved them in Atlanta, Charlotte and Philadelphia. The thought made me sick. There was always twelve of them; twelve sky blue daisies and the notes had all been similar:

Taking the world by a storm. Keep on shining,

Your number one fan

Then there was:

The Miami photos were incredible. I'll keep that picture close. Keep on shining,

Your number one fan

And the most recent, the night before, had scared me the most:

It won't be long until we see each other. I hope you're wearing that Miami outfit. Keep on shining,

Your number one fan xx

I hadn't told anyone. I didn't want to cause any trouble. After all, this tour was setting up my career nicely for me. I had nearly a million followers on Instagram and Twitter and just as many likes on Facebook. Tomorrow, I was going for an interview with Teen Vogue magazine in the city and I was set to record my new single the following day. More importantly, Zed was flying in and I was going to spend time with him, Yves and Phee. I was sure that it was just some over-obsessed fan, I'd seen plenty of those. Some of the girls from Meet and Greets, or those who waited outside the venue all day, had seen Ed and proposed to him, cried and tried to kiss him. It was all in the business, right?

'I'm fine.' I lied to Ed, realising he was still waiting for a response.

'You look tired.'

I was. The nightmares had become a regular occurance too and I was starting to wonder if it was the flowers and anxiety making them a nightly thing. At least I would have Zed to cuddle up to in bed for the next few nights.

'Can we grab a coffee?'

'Sure, I'll get Nina or Marty to grab us one.' He smiled, although I know he didn't quite buy what I was hiding from him. He'd been acting weird since Miami too, but I'd been too distracted to ask what was going on.

The show that night was incredible, and even more so when I walked off the stage after my performance with Ed to find Zed, Yves and Phee smiling back at me.

Zed pulled me in for a gentle kiss. 'You get better everytime I see you.'

'You have to say that, you're totally biased.' I laughed, holding up my hand to reveal my wedding ring.

'But we're not biased. You were great.' Yves said, pulling me in for a hug. 'Well done, sis.'

'Thanks, bro.' I mimicked, making him shake his head.

We watched the rest of the show, before heading back to my dressing room. I opened the door carefully, worried of what I might find, but to my surprise there were no daisies. No flowers at all. Maybe I was being paranoid. I let out a sigh and grabbed a bottle of water, drinking from it quickly.

'We thought maybe we could go out for some drinks?' Phee suggested.

'Sounds great.' I replied with a smile. 'Have I got time to have a quick shower and change?'

'Sure.'

After changing into a turquoise pleated dress, white blazer and white wedges, we headed out for a night in the city. In the city that never sleeps, the night was still young and the roads were still busy with people. Our cab took us to Long Island, where we found ourselves in Penthouse 808; a beautiful rooftop bar with views across the river of the Manhattan skyline. It was a swanky bar with suede sofas, posh-looking candles and overhead lights. I was also thankful for the heaters as at 11.30pm at night, it was pretty cold.

'So, how's my favourite little girl?' I asked Phee with a smile when our drinks had arrived.

'Growing up too quickly!' She laughed in response.

'You two will be next.' Yves commented and I worried we'd have a repeat of the conversation which had upset Zed before I'd left for tour.

'Not until college is over.' Zed replied. 'But... we do have some news.'

'We're getting a dog!' I grinned.

'Do you know which breed?' Phee asked, her eyes lit up.

'No, we're going to go to a rescue centre and decide there.' Zed smiled. 'It'll be like having a baby, but we'll still be able to complete college.'

Phew, I sighed internally. 'We've been waiting until tour is over and I'm staying in the same place.'

'That sounds like a great plan.' Yves smiled. 'And looking after a dog won't be quite as draining as a few month old baby, who hates to sleep.'

We didn't stay out too late; we were exhausted and Teen Vogue were sending a car to the hotel for me at 10am. When we got back to the hotel, I decided to slip into something a little more sexy. After all, I hadn't seen Zed in a couple of weeks. I slipped into a basque with matching knickers, which I had seen in Victoria's Secret, and walked back into the bedroom. Zed looked up from his phone and gawped.

'When did you get that?'

'Does it matter?' I smiled, playfully, walking over to him.

'My god... talented and hot.' He replied, his voice hoarse. I straddled him and kissed him intensely on the lips.

Making love to Zed was probably not a good idea, I realised the next day. It was a day off tour, but that didn't make it any less busy. Teen Vogue whisked me to the Brooklyn Bridge for their photoshoot and then we returned to their offices in the World Trade Center for the interview. At 2pm, I grabbed lunch and headed straight for the recording studio Ed had booked out, and I was there until 6pm recording two versions of 'One last time'; one was the piano version I was used to and another was a more pop-py version, the version which was going to be the released version. The day ended with dinner with Zed and a trip up the Empire State Building, where I was photographed and added to their 'Celebrity Visitors' wall... oh goodness.

On our final day in New York, Zed took me to see Lady Liberty. The sun was shining, but the September coolness was starting to kick in, despite still being early in the month, so I was wearing my jeans, converse, a white t-shirt, a scarf and my red jacket. Zed was in his signature black skinny jeans with a grey t-shirt, leather jacket and surprisingly a bag. Stood on the boat, with Zed behind me and his arms wrapped around my waist, we watched the Manhattan skyline start to look smaller as we travelled away from it. I felt Zed kiss the top of my head and I smiled.

'I've missed you.' He said, softly.

'I've missed you too.' I replied, turning to face him.

He kissed me softly on the lips until we were interrupted.

'Oh my god, Sky Bright!'

'Benedict.' Zed coughed under his breath. I knew he was bothered by the fact that my name hadn't been changed despite the fact we were now married and had been for almost a month.

I looked over at the two blonde teenage girls who were staring at me in shock, their phones in their hands. I hoped they hadn't just decided to capture mine and my husband's romantic moment. They walked over to me, still gawping.

'Sky, who's this?'

'Where's Ed?'

Oh, Christ. Sed shippers. 'He's not here...' I replied. 'This is my husband, Zed.'

'Your husband?'

'Oh wait, I remember seeing a picture on Taylor's Instagram now.'

'But what about Ed?'

Zed stood awkwardly, his hands in his pockets, and I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. Should have worn a hat and some shades, clearly.

'Can we have a picture with you?'

'Sure.' I replied, hoping it meant that they would leave me alone.

'Want me to take it?' Zed offered.

'We prefer selfies.' One of the girls replied.

They squashed either side of me and posed, several times for a photo. When they were happy, they stopped.

'Thanks.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.' I waved awkwardly as they disappeared into the other crowds admiring the Manhattan skyline.

'I'm not ever going to get used to that.' Zed said, running his hand through his hair.

'What? The fans?'

'And the Sed shippers.' He sighed. I bit my lip. I'd hoped he hadn't realised that. 'It's on all of your Facebook Page posts and Instagram photos. They even start arguments over it.'

I thought for a moment and spoke to the gentleman stood beside us with one of his kids. 'Excuse me, would you mind taking a photograph of us?'

'Sure.' He smiled.

I handed him my phone and grabbed Zed, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped his around my waist. 'Now kiss me.' I whispered. I heard the camera click and I pulled back slowly.

'You make a lovely couple.' The man smiled. 'How long have you been married?'

'Almost a month.'

'Congratulations.' He passed back my phone. 'I took a few shots for you.'

'Thank you.' I smiled, turning away from him.

'Sky, what are you up to?' Zed asked, suspiciously.

I posted the photograph to Instagram and Facebook quickly with the caption;

Day off with my gorgeous husband Zed Benedict #zesky

'Just shipping Zesky.' I replied with a grin.

The next day, we left early for Pittsburgh. Zed and I exchanged goodbye kisses and I reluctantly jumped onto the tourbus. The media was buzzing with my 'Zesky' post and most comments were positive, some even saying how attractive my husband was. Obviously, though, the Sed shippers were kicking off, but they needed to know that I was married and that was exactly why I had a wedding ring on my finger.

After the show, there was the return of another unwelcome surprise in my dressing room; blue daisies. I carefully looked at the note, even though I was tempted to put them straight into the bin.

I hope you haven't missed me too much these past few days. We will be seeing each other very soon. Keep shining,

Your number one fan xx

I didn't sleep well on the bus that night. I was too busy tossing and turning and I felt sick, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel; one more show until I could return home.

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Willow.

'Luce, are you nearly ready to go?' I called out to my cousin. We were heading into Detroit as work had organised an interview with Ed Sheeran before his gig that night. As it was work, I wasn't supposed to take her with me but I thought leaving her in our private box wouldn't hurt.

'Why are we leaving so early? It only takes us an hour to get there.' She replied, dragging her overnight bag down the stairs.

I looked at it and laughed. 'How much are you taking?'

'I've got different choices. It's not as hot as Miami was, is it?'

'Fair enough.' I shrugged. 'Now are you ready?'

'Yep.' She replied with a smile, tying her wavy brunette hair into a ponytail. 'Let's hit the road.'

'Are you sure you don't mind waiting around for me tonight?' I asked her as I drove my Fiat 500 out of my neighbourhood.

'No, you have to work.' She shrugged.

'I could try and get you backstage? I know you like listening to Ed's stuff.'

'Honestly, it's fine.' She smiled. 'Really. It's twenty minutes. I can grab some food or get some writing done.'

'Writing at a concert? Really, Luce?'

'I want to achieve my dream, you know that Willz.' She said pulling her notebook out of her handbag.

'Why don't you just let Selena help you?'

'Because I want to get there myself.'

My cousin has always been this stubborn.

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Sky.

After checking in to our hotel at 9am, I was whizzed straight off to a photography studio with Nina and Marty. Ed had booked a photographer to take some photos for my new Single, as I needed a cover and some images to promote it.

'Sky, we love you but you look awful.' Nina frowned in the dressing room they had provided for us.

'Thanks.' I replied, grumpily.

The photographer and two girls came in.

'Hello, Sky, I am Marco and I am taking your photographs today. Oh dear, you look very tired.' Thanks, Marco. I looked at the two girls with thick black hair beside him. 'This is Nellie and Rebecca. They are going to do your hair and make-up.'

I looked over at Nina and Marty and frowned.

'Sorry Sky, but Marco comes with his own people as they know what his vision is.'

'And what exactly is your vision, Marco?'

I found out two hours later, after I had been given enough foundation and concealer to cover my bags and eyedrops to brighten up my eyes. I stood facing a full-length mirror, looking at Marco's vision; I wore a black strapless bodycon dress, which fell halfway up my thighs, a leather jacket and black shoe-boots with a pretty tall heel. My hair was in its usual blonde curls, but had been given a little more volume. My eyes stood out from the smokey silver make-up and I had a subtle pink lipstick on. It was rock chic, definitely. I just wasn't sure how it matched my songs.

'Ah, wonderful!' Marco cooed, clapping his hands together. Nina and Marty shot me reassuring smiles. 'You see, your new song has an edge to it, as do some of your others... what is it 'Love me like you do'... yes, some of your songs are quite sexy and your Miami outfit was fantastic! I used that to inspire me.' Nina shot me a joyful smile and I knew she was lapping up the compliments.

The rest of my morning, plus some of the afternoon, was spent posing for photographs and being directed to shake my hair or lean against a microphone stand or look 'sultry' for a close-up. It was weird, but Marty and Nina kept giving me the thumbs up from by the laptop screen so I assumed it must have gone well.

After changing and taking off my make-up, we headed straight to soundcheck and then it was almost time for the concert to begin.

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Willow.

'Are you sure you're going to be okay?' I asked my cousin for the umpteenth time as we walked into the arena. She was wearing her signature Topshop high-waisted jeans, heeled boots and baggy, grey off-shoulder crop top with her hair in its natural waves. I, on the other hand, had tied my hair back in a bun and was wearing black leather-look trousers and a red plaid shirt with my shoe boots.

'Of course.' She rolled her eyes. 'I'll grab some food and sit in our box and wait for you. I might even have a drink.'

'Okay.' I smiled, giving her a hug. 'Not got a business card you want me to give Ed, have you?' I asked, playfully.

'Very funny.' She stuck out her tongue. 'See you in a bit.'

'See you in a bit.'

And then I left her to it.

Backstage was buzzing with stage crew carrying instruments and pushing scenery around all over the place. I fiddled with my VIP lanyard and nearly crashed into a girl I recognised as the support act. And she'd been in Miami too, I remembered from our last week's gossip magazine.

'Sorry.' I apologised.

'It's fine.' She smiled. 'I was in my own world.'

'You and me both.'

'I'm Sky.' She said, politely, holding out her hand for me.

'Willow.' I replied, shaking it. 'I'm actually here to see Ed. I've got an interview with him.'

'I can take you to his dressing room?' She offered, pushing her curls back over her shoulders. I wondered if it was like that naturally and if it was, I was super jealous. Even Lucy had problems taming her hair and her hair was beautifully silky and shiny.

Sky led me down the corridor and we stopped outside a dressing room marked 'Ed Sheeran.' She knocked on the door.

'Come in.' A voice said from the other side.

'Ed, there's a girl here to see you from that tabloid you were talking about.'

'Send her in Sky, thank you.'

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Lucy.

As a savant, I had abilities and the ability I had was to sense when something bad was going to happen. In some ways, I guessed my ability was beneficial but in other ways it was haunting. When I first met Willow's most recent boyfriend, I immediately felt that something was wrong. I was right. One month into the relationship, he cheated on her. When I was at work one day, I felt distracted and then the next thing I knew, I was in hospital and my dearest granddad was dying. It was horrible and I hated it.

I knew something wasn't right when I left my private box to grab some food for Willow and I, ready for when she was back from her interview. As I left, someone crashed into me. I caught my balance, surprisingly, so I avoided falling over and humiliating myself in front of a ton of hysterical girls in Ed Sheeran t-shirts. I looked at the person who had crashed into me and was surprised to see a man dressed in all black with dark hair with reddish tinges and piercing green eyes.

'I do apologise.' He said, his voice smooth.

'It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going.' I replied, knowing it was definitely his fault.

He reached down to retrieve my notebook, which was on the floor. 'Here, you dropped this.'

'Thank you.'

I quickly walked away from him, the bile rising in my throat as it often did when something bad was going to happen. Evil surrounded this man and I did not want to wait to find out why.

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Willow.

When I returned, Sky had already gone onto the stage and she was singing her last song, one which was going to be released the next week as her first solo single. I sat down beside Lucy and she passed me my hot dog in silence.

'Luce, are you okay?' She nodded, mutely, and I knew what was wrong immediately. 'You've got that feeling again, haven't you?'

'Yes.' She whispered. 'I don't know why I can't be like you, Willz, I've always wished I could be.'

I was lucky with my savant ability. I was able to watch someone play an instrument, or show off a dance move or paint and I could replicate what they did whenever I wanted to. I'd picked up the guitar straight after Lucy had performed a song to me once and she hated me for it. Things came easy. Writing, in particular, was something I had picked up straight away. I had watched my lecturer model writing a magazine article and that was it. I was now a writer for a local tabloid.

'It's not all that great though.' I sighed. 'You don't have to work hard for things and I don't always feel like I deserve things sometimes.' I looked over at her and noticed she was biting her lip. 'Who was it?'

'A man with dark hair.' She replied, scanning the crowd. Her eyes widened and I knew she'd spotted him.

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Sky.

Of course they were there when I returned to my dressing room. Blue daisies, taunting me. I didn't even look at them. I closed the door and ran.

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Lucy.

I watched the man carefully throughout the performance, noticing he was far more interested in Sky Bright than in Ed Sheeran's songs. It bothered me. As soon as Ed finished his last song, he stood up. I did the same.

'Luce, where are you going?'

'I have to follow him.' I replied to my cousin.

'But Luce-'

'No, Willow, he's going to hurt someone.'

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Sky.

I ran down the corridor, which was empty as people were clearing the stage, and I found myself stood outside the fire exit. The evening air was cool but it was relieving. At least I was away from those horrible flowers. The door closed behind me and I cursed. Now I was shut out of my own concert; brilliant.

I let out a sigh and wished I'd grabbed my phone. I now had to wait and hope that someone was going to have a cigarette break or risk walking in the maindoors through all of Ed's fans. I gave the fire exit one last tug and sighed again; it wasn't going to open.

That was when I heard the footsteps in the alleyway behind me. Shit. I bit my lip and turned around slowly.

'Hello, Sky.'