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[always-inspired-by-ed]

The Someone Waiting For Me

Chapter Three: Sing ---

Zoey bounced around her, singing at the top of her lungs. “Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox and then we start to dance and now I’m singing like-”

“Zoey! You’re killing Ed!”

“Oh I, oh I, oh I…”

She may have been murdering one hell of a song but Zoey really was her Ed Sheeran partner in crime - forever bonded in their shared love of his music since his first mainstream album was released back in 2011. 

“Come on, be my baby, come on!” She couldn’t hit the high notes either. “I’m in love with your body!”

The two girls continued the rest of the walk that way; Aislinn playfully pushed and shoved her friend everytime Zoey over-eagerly punched at her arm and sang louder. Times like this and Aislinn could suddenly forget all the shit that was going on in her life. She was one hundred percent sure that friends like Zoey, Megan and Eloise were a rarity. 

They were still laughing loudly when they entered Mia’s house and made their way into the living room.

“Hey, Mia,” Aislinn was still laughing as she spoke. “I’m just getting changed and then Zo and I are- oh my god.” She stopped in her tracks.

“Hey, Sheerio.”

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Excerpt from The Someone Waiting For Me. Chapter Three: Sing

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Now on wattpad -- an original story featuring and inspired by the songs of Ed Sheeran <3 

[thewalkingsheerios]

One Shot Story

this is my very first one idk. Please criticize for some improvement for the next one. Thank you loves!!

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 Waking up with teddy's arm wrapped around your waist. you adjust yourself so it would go a little lower and you feel him go inside your panties and tracing it slowly

from your hips down to your thighs and to your center. you feel every inch of his fingers and it gives you a fuzzy feeling, and you dont want to let go.

you adjust yourself to face him and his eyes were still closed but little by little you see his lips curl into a smile. you planted a little kiss on his lips

then he abruptly put his hand on your neck not letting go of you. you slowly kiss through the darkness of 3am and you feel his hunger towards you through every kiss

and everytime your tongues collide you feel how much he wants you. he slowly undress you starting with your big shirt and you just let go of the feeling. Then something startled you ��Ckrriiingggg”

“Fuck!” You said out loud, as you wake up from your sleep and you realize it was all just a dream. “Having wet dreams with your ginger boy again?” Your roommate teased you.

You tried to brush everything off since you need to get yourself ready for school and for work. One of your morning routines would be going to a coffee shop to grab a cup of your holy grail to start the day. But this morning was different. You see a familiar hair, walking towards you. His eyes looking straight into you as if he can look through your soul. Then you stare down to his nose and you try to figure who this beautiful man was. Then as you finish your coffee a realization poured all over you like an iced cold water, you suddenly let go of your coffee and spilled it on the side walk as you say. “Fuck. It’s Ed.”

[andreabookaholic]

Family (Ed Sheeran oneshot)

Tagging: @sheerangermany 

Ed´s pov

26/04/2014

(Y/N) is lying next me, her chest moving up and down, I can see it even though she´s wrapped in the hospital blanket.

Everything started this morning, she came into the room, hands placed on her belly and said: our baby wants to see the worl today. Then we rushed into the hospital, on our way her water broke and the labor contractions started. She grimaced with pain.

A few minutes later we were in the hospital, waiting to see our baby.

I don´t know how but the time flew and I found myself holding my baby, looking how small he is. I love him.

-He looks like you.- (Y/N) said with a delicate voice, she looked tired and happy at the same time. I could tell she was right, he has the same colour hair and face shape as me.

 27/04/2014

We are still in the hospital, they want to make sure that (Y/N) is okay. The baby don´t cry, he open he´s eyes sometimes and I can tell the colour is the most beautiful one and I´ve only seen it once: in (Y/N)´s eyes.

He is hungry all the time and seems to like the milk and to sleep in my arms. He fits in mine like they are made just for him. Sometimes he cries and we know it´s time to feed him.

-He likes eating, just like us, I´d like to know if he´ll like pizza, nandos or fajitas.

-So do I.

 30/04/2014

At home everything is different. Dean sleeps beside our bed and we are awoken by his crying each time that he wants to eat. Sometimes all I want to do is keep sleeping so does (Y/N) but we make shifts to make sure that we both sleep what it´s needed.

All our relatives came to meet him. My mom is already in love with him, she thinks that Dean is like (Y/N) and wants me to take care of her, more than usual, which I do, I love taking her breakfast to our bed and kiss her until Dean wakes up.

 26/05/2014

Dean is one month old. I can´t believe it. He is starting to be more active but still sleeping and eating a lot.

The clothes we bought him are now small and we need to buy new ones. He does not want us to change his clothes and love being bathed.

Today is was my turn to bath him when something unexpected happened: I took his diaper off and he peed on my t-shirt. I couldn´t help but laughing and we took are first bath together, his small feet rested on my thights and his head in my chest.

 7/10/2014

He is almost ten months old. He loves to smile to (Y/N) and me, his little teeth are starting to grow.

Today we did something different, we watched a film on the sofa, all together, (Y/N) by my side, we cuddle as we did before Dean was born, but now, he was resting his head in (Y/N)´s stomach with the feeding bottle.

 8/10/2014

Yesterday night we made it, in complete silence, trying not to wake Dean. It was different.

We kissed slowly at first, making our hearts beat faster and faster each second. She grabbed my hair to pull me closer and then our tongues started to play.

We worked in each other, hands, kisses and tongues everywhere. I love when she kiss and bites my neck slightly; her moans make my heart beat fast and when she says my name, near to the edge, it´s the sexiest thing.

Oh,oh, Dean is awake.

 9/10/2014

Dean stares at me while singing, he actually likes it. I wonder what he´d like to do. Will he like playing guitar or singing? Interesting. He´s starting to make some sounds and I think he tries to copy my voice and my guitar moves. When I finished singing, he smiled, showing his couple milk teeth. His eyes were sparkling so were (Y/N). I love them.

 24/12/2014

First christmas with Dean. We went with him to the city center. He pointed at everything and made some funny noises. (Y/N) looked specially beautiful. No, she always looks gorgeous.

Tonight I wore a Santa costume. Dean cried at first but (Y/N) explained that Santa is someone that brings presents to kids and immediately, he started to smile and wanted to touch my white long beard.

(Y/N) is placing the present under our christmas tree, I´ll place mine later, I don´t want her to see anything. I can´t wait until tomorrow.

 25/12/2014

Dean woke us, like every morning. I kissed (Y/N)´s lips and between the kisses, she smiled while Dean claimed atention. As I couldn´t wait, I took Dean from the cradle and carried him to the living room. (Y/N) followed us and gave Dean one of the presents, he tried to open it by himself but finally we had to help him. I bought him a little guitar, he stoke it, play with the strings and giggle. For our surprise, he started to crawl; I know it´s a simple thing but I felt so proud so did (Y/N), we applaused him and he copied us. My little ginger!

After the excitement, (Y/N) opened her presents. I waited until she realised what it was: (present of your choice). She jumped on me like she used to do before Dean was born. After that, she open the next present, I think it is something that all of us can enjoy, plain tickets to go to her favorite beach.

  26/04/2015

I am now on tour, I miss Dean, today is his birthday and all I can do is Skype him. Last year (Y/N) was with me and now the nights are so long without her. Our time together by the seaside is probably one of the best things I´ve ever done, Dean was surprised about everything, he loves to play with the sand (and eat it too…). Unfortunately, our holidays ended to soon and I had to go on tour so here I am, warming up my voice before going on stage.

My earplugs didn´t take the loud noises away, the crowd was insane and I actually liked it, everybody seemed to know the lyrics and wanted to dance.

For an instant, everybody stopped to sing, looked at the left side of the stage and started to awe. When I looked, my heart stopped beating, I couldn´t belive my eyes, my little ginger was there, walking, looking at the crowd saying hello with his hand and carrying his guitar. (Y/N) is amazing, she keeps surprising me, I didn´t expect to have them here with me, on the other side of the world.

-This is Dean, my son, my little ginger and today is his birthday. I want to call someone special, someone I truly love to the stage: (Y/N).

We all sang him Happy Birthday, in a perfect vocal chorus.

[edsheeranfanfic]

Chapter 10 {Caged Heart}

previosuly...

“Ed, get out of there!!  it’s dangero--- “

‘how could this have happened to me he thought

the fire raged on.. news reports would later claimed that the inferno had began through natural causes, but E begged to defer

“I’m not gonna leave anyone behind...  EVER again”

Ed let a tear drop from his eyes.  He wasn’t afraid to let the pain show; There were things that hurt more than ashame.

Drip.

A rusty water droplet that had formed on the dank ceiling of the stark and pungent cell, toppled as if in slowmotion to the unveven, mould-infested floor.  As it collided into the cold and grim concrete surface, the dungeon’s sole inhabitant felt a ghastly spray of noxious water slam against his sunken cheek.

DRip Drip.

This had become the routine; the only sound Ed had heard (or rather, had been allowed to heard) for some weeks now.  A lesser man would have abandoned all reason in such circumstance.

Drip.

Drip.

The icy fluid was fit for one purpose only, and that was to abate Ed’s dehydartion.   The acrid flavour of the various cocktail of chemicals at play in the water that dripped steadily, monotonously, onto Ed’s eager tongue, slaking his thirst for just a few minutes more, though he sometimes wondered whether prolonging his time in this cursed lair was the best course of action, had already begun to leave its mark on the pitiful captive. His withered hands, once so swift on a guitar fretboard so as to amaze any audience, were now brittle and withered - “When my hands don't play the strings the same way (mmm...)” he joked wryly to himself, referencing a song that seemed like a distant memory now...

Drip.

The coarse tunic Ed’s tormenters had thrown at him en lieu of the rich silks and furs he had entered this realm clad in, brushed harshly against his emaciated and aching physique.  To think that only a few short weeks before he had been dining luxuriously on steaming bibimbap, the juicy egg and rice mingled with vegetables to create a delicious memory in Ed’s now vague mind.

Such funny things, how these things could slowly become distant memories although it seemed only yesterday.

but the short-lived venture in south korea had now tooken a darker turn for the worse.  Ed had transcended realms somehow, it seemed like a fantasy world but the truth was, this was reality now and Ed had to face up to that fact.  naïvely and with no knowledge of the law of the kingdom, Ed had flagrantly violated this law in the most heinous way imaginable.  And he was paying the price for that moment of madness now, in this goblin prison.

Drip...

Clack......????

Ed’s ears sharply darted to the source of the sound. What could it be?  His heart knew the answer before the thought had even left his mind.

“keys”

keys.  and what do keys do.  Ed’s heart leapt in his chest.  “Unlocking...   locks...”   the words struggled to escape from his parched lips with a croak like a wizened toad, but as they echoed around the imprisoned lair that had become Ed’s home, which he had, for reasons not even he could put a name to, become in a strange way fond of, they were met by a pure shaft of dazzling light that widened degree by degree as the burdensome door of the cell, some two yards in thickness and crafted of dense and knotted wood that struck fear and hopelessness into any’s heart, bound together with putrid rusted iron bolts and jagged nails that flaked with green rust, swung open with an ominous groan that implied that the ancient wood had a tortured demeanour of its own, and which was to Ed at once the beacon of freedom and a chilling cry of foreboding.  For, what lay beyond that door that had suddenly and unprecedentedly pivoted ajar?

A new adventure?

                 Adventure and peril had in recent times become synonyms in Ed’s cynical mind.  But a fate that was open-ended, that was his to freely navigate, was better than the purgatory of his existence within the goblin jail;  never had Ed been as certain of something.

“towards the light.”  “towards my destiny.”

END OF CHAPTER 10

BEGINNING OF A NEW ARC IN THE STORY OF OUR HUMBLE FRIEND

[happiness-is-utopia]

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[ppinks81]

It's complicated A Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Lottie is busy, always busy trying to keep her head above water. If she not doing her job as a event manager, then she is looking after her twin girls. Or trying to keep the peace with her idiot of a ex husband. when it comes to her love life......well what love life! she hasn't got time for love, she doesn't need love, she decided that life was just easier without love, well you can't be hurt then can't you? 4 years passed with her life like it was, then something happened one night when she was working. She heard a song, it sparked a fire she forgot she had. she couldn't stop herself moving towards the place where this voice was coming from, it was like he was plucking her heart strings, not the guitar he was holding. she finds herself at the side of the stage at the event she working at, pushing past people, breathing hard she sees the person that is creating so many emotions in her heart and head. Emotions she forgot that had existed. There he stands, with his guitar singing lyrics with such an intensity it makes her shiver and shake. She stands there like she has been glued to the spot, watching him singing Give me Love. Seconds pass, his eyes are watching the audience. He must have felt her eyes burning into him because he turns his head towards her.His bright blue eyes lock onto her muddy blue ones. Its like the world has fallen away and its just them two. She is brought back abruptly when she realizes he has finished singing and the crowd are going crazy. She watches him nod at the crowd and now he is walking straight towards her, with such an intense look on his face. She wants to run away, well her head does. Her heart is screaming for her to stay. One thing in all this she realizes that her life is never going to be the same ever again.

[thenickiadams]

Ed Sheeran Stories

Hey guys! If you are looking for any good Ed Sheeran fanfictions, I am writing one on this website, wattpad! Please check it out, the title is 'My Addiction' and my user name is 'thenickiadams'.  Just a fair warning, it is slightly deep, and by that I mean I mention cutting, alcoholism, self hatred, and abuse. So if any of those things might trigger you, I strongly advise you to: Not. Read. That. Story. However, if you just want to read an Ed Sheeran fanfiction and those won't trigger anything, than please read it! Tell me what you guys think! ILYSM!! 

[sheeriously-edward]

True Hearts: Chapter 8

Nikola

I've downed a few beers, Ed a few more than I, and have been humming and swaying as the show progressed. Mike starts strumming Feather On The Clyde and I smile. It's my favorite.

"Nik?" Ed asks.

"Yeah?" I respond, my eyes still closed, absorbing the music.

"Would you like to dance?" I open my eyes and look at him. Even in the dim bar lighting, I can see he's blushing slightly.

"Yes." I smile and he offers me his hand. I take it and he leads me to the improvised dance floor. "I'm just gonna warn you though, I'm a terrible dancer."

"Then we can be terrible together."

We are absolutely horrid dancers. A few lines in we resolve to planting our feet and just swaying back and forth.

Last nights game of twenty questions pops into my mind as the song progresses and I decide to bring it up. "You never asked question twenty, you know."

"I know," he whispers in my ear. "I'm saving it."

"Oh yeah? What for?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

"Ehhhh. I'm so impatient," I whine.

"Well you don't have a choice but to wait on this one, love."

We dance for the remainder of the show and when it ends and Mike walks off the stage, Ed takes my hand and leads me to a little room in the back of the bar. He knocks twice before going on in.

"Hey mate. Good ta see ya," Mike says, getting up and bro hugging Ed.

"You as well, friend. Oh! This is my date, Nikola." He gestures to me and I take a few steps forward.

"Nice to meet ya, love," he says, smiling and kissing my cheek.

"Nice to meet you too. It was a great show," I gush.

"Thanks!" He and Ed talk for a few minutes more before Ed gets a text that the car is here.

"Well I'll see you later then," Mike says. "You also Nikola. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"Later mate." Ed waves.

"Bye," I whisper.

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Ed

The car pulls up to her building and I get out to walk her up to her flat. We stop in front of her door and she turns to me.

"I had a lovely time tonight. Thank you," she says.

"As did I. I hope I'll see you soon."

"Of course, yes. I'd love to do this again."

"Are you busy Monday?" I ask, maybe a little too eagerly.  "We could hang out. I mean, if you wanna."

"Yes I wanna hang out with you, Ed. And I'm free. Whatever you want to do, whenever you want to do it. I'm there." I smile and give her a hug that lasts a few seconds to long to be so innocent.

"Well. Umm. Good night." I stand awkwardly for a second, debating whether or not I should kiss her.

"Good night, Ed." She smiles and I decide against the kiss. It's too soon. I wanna take my time with her. But at the last second I grab her hand and kiss her her fingers lightly.

"I can't wait to see you again. Have a good night, Nikki."

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Nikola

He kisses my hand and whispers quietly, "I can't wait to see you again. Have a good night Nikki."

Then he turns and walks slowly down the hall to the elevator and I can't help but stare. Dat ass tho. I bite my lip and smile. I take out my key and open the door to my apartment. I lean back against the door as it closes.

Maya walks out of the bedroom smiling. "How was it?"

"Best. Night. Ever " I breathe.

"Yeah? Well I don't know if it beat my night.Takeout Chinese, cheap booze, and five straight hours of The Sims. My life rules!" She fist pounds the air and does a stupid little dance.

"Yeah how much 'cheap booze' did you drink?" I ask, putting my bag down on the counter and heading into the bedroom.

"Probably enough to regret it in the morning," she sighs. "I think I'm gonna sleep now. We'll talk more about this in the morning. I want all the deets."

"Alrighty. G'night."

I change into my pjs and decide I'm too hyped up to sleep. I turn off the bedroom light and start water for tea. I look at the clock and see it's almost midnight. Dammit. Everyone's probably asleep. Or too drunk to type coherently.

Suddenly my phone goes off and I see I have a text from my old friend Isaac.

Nik! Nik! Nik! I found a guy and he's perfect! He's so amazing and I just wanna cry!

I jump up and down as I text back:

Tell me EVERYTHING!!!

I try to contain some of my excitement because I've seen him get this excited for a guy and then have it blow up in his face. A few minutes later I receive a big long rant:

Well his name is Leo and he has black hair and the prettiest blue eyes I could drown in them and his arms god his arms! They're so strong! His biceps bulge and they're covered in tattoos and his hands are rough but strong. You'd expect him to be mean and cold from his appearance but as soon as he opens his mouth it's just ahhhh! He makes me so happy!!

I decide it'd just be easier to call him. He picks up on the second ring.

"Spill it Isaac!" I yell.

"He's just so amazing! I can't get over that! Just...he makes me so happy!" He gushes like a school girl.

"How long have you been together?"

"Officially about two months, but hanging out and stuff for like four."

"FOUR MONTHS!! AND I'M JUST NOW HEARING ABOUT IT?!" I shout.

"Dammit Nik! My ears!"

"Sorry. But seriously though."

"I haven't told many people. And I figured you were too busy living your life to care about a gaysian," he sighs.

"But you're my gaysian! So of course I care!" I say. "From now on, I get weekly updates yeah?"

"Fine. I'll leave out some details though. Don't wanna get too graphic and scar you," he giggles.

"Dude, don't think you could possibly fuck me up any more than I already am. But yeah, I don't wanna hear about your hot gay Asian love affair."

"Figured you wouldn't." Suddenly he switches his demeanor into something more gal-pal gossipy. "So how's LA treating you? Meet any cute man candy?"

"Well...I lost my job." I quickly add "temporarily" before he has time to flip out, but he does anyway.

"What happened!!?!"

I fill him in on the whole job situation, but I leave out the fact that it was Ed Sheeran's project I was working on.

"Jesus Nik," he sighs. "I hope speaking up was worth it for you."

"Oh it was. Because this is where the man candy comes in."

"Okay I'm confused."

"It was Ed Sheeran...and we went on a date tonight!" I squeal.

"What!!?!"

"Yeah! And he was so sweet and he kissed my hand and told me to have a good night and he called me Nikki and it was just the best date I've ever had. Not that the others were really competition to begin with, but still."

"I wasn't going to mention that, but oh my god I'm so happy for you! Wait do Levi and Zander know?"

"Well my pictures have been plastered over the internet as 'Ed Sheeran's mystery girl' but I don't know if they realize it's me. No one has my name."

"Hmm. Oh! You guys are so adorable together! This picture, I just searched twitter, is so cute!"

"Send it to me!"

"Okay." He yawns deeply. "Well I think I'm gonna go. I'll send you the pic and we'll talk later, yeah?"

"Yeah. Ok. Love ya Isaac."

"Bye babe."

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I'm standing in the shower, water pouring down on my head like rain and aggressively singing Give Me Love. "Love me! Love me! Give me love! Love me! Give me LOVE!"

"Shut up Nik!" Maya bangs on the bathroom door. "I can hear you all the way out here!"

"Just sing HELL YEAH!" I scream.

"Hell yeah," she mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

"I knew you couldn't resist!"

I finish the song and step out of the shower. I draw a smiley face in the mirror and start drying my hair.

After I get all dried off and dressed and whatnot, I check my phone. Three messages. One from Isaac. He finally sent me the pic of Ed and I. We're at the bar, dancing. We're both laughing and I have my head rested on his shoulder. It's cute so I make it my new background.

Another text is from Levi:

Hope you're not too hungover. It's skype day with mom

I completely forgot! I'm glad I didn't drink too much last night. Levi and I skype mom every other Sunday. She wanted each Sunday at first, but after some trickery we were able to convince her that every other was better, allowing us to get shitfaced and wake up on other peoples couches on off weekends.

The final message is from oh my god! Ed! Yay!

Good morning, love. I hope you slept well

I did not, of course. I never do. Insomnia is a bitch and so are nightmares, which I have all the time. Nevertheless, his text makes me happy. He was thinking of me when he woke up this morning.

Morning Ed

He texts back a few minutes later

Wanna get breakfast?

Hells yeah I do! What time's it? 9:42. Yeah breakfast is good.

That would be awesome

His response is almost immediate

I'm glad you said yes

There's a knock at the door and I get up to answer it, seeing as Maya's passed out face down on the couch. She might be dead. Whatever.

I open the door and standing in the hallway is Ed, holding a single white rose.

[always-inspired-by-ed]

The Someone Waiting For Me

A simple story about falling in love, featuring and inspired by the songs of Ed Sheeran.

Meet Aislinn Owens. She's not your typical heroine but she's actually not all that different from the modern day every day twenty-something girl. In a world where social media dominates and the overthinking mind rules the heart, this story follows Aislinn as she discovers people really do fall in love in mysterious ways.

She just doesn't handle it all that well...

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https://www.wattpad.com/story/236403263-the-someone-waiting-for-me-inspired-by-the-songs

An original story inspired by and featuring the songs of Ed Sheeran. Any feedback is more than welcome as I delve into my first original story after years of writing fan fiction! Sixteen chapters already written, eight published so far on Wattpad

If anyone has any advice or support they can lend a first time original fiction writer, please get in touch! I’d love to hear from you :o)

[andreabookaholic]

Afire love part two.

Your point of view.

you were staying at the entrance of the stadium, still listening him. He was playing the last song of the concert and you were missing it because afire love filled you with emotions. Your dad, despite that he had died 8 years ago, it can keep hurting you. You´re friend knew it, so she didn´t ask you about it. -Did you notice how was looking at you?- Your best friend asked you, trying to cheer you up. -I felt like his voice was healing my soul, like he was singing the song for me but it couldn´t be possible… But you knew what you´ve seen: he was staring at you or at least it seemed that he was staring at you. You didn´t want to come back home early so you asked to your best friend to go to a bar nearby your hall of residence on the university. You both were in your way to the bar when a black car stopped in front of you. Your best friend held you with excitement at the same time that she realised that was Ed Sheeran who was getting out of the car. -I was looking for you, when i came back to the stage you were gone and now i find you right here. You blushed immediately. Your best friend was listening to him with open mouth, astonished of what Ed was saying, seing that you were not able to say anything, he kept talking. -I told to one of my body guards that i wanted you both on the backstage in order to meet you! (Y/F/N) started to introduce herself. - I´m (Y/F/N) by the way and the one you are staring with puppy eyes is (Y/N). You blushed even more if that was possible, you felt your cheeks burning, Ed Sheeran was in front of you, saying that he was looking for you during the concert. His car was still there, when one of his friend got out of the car and asked him to go to get some drinks, Ed asked you both to go with him and before you could say a thing, (Y/F/N) said: -Yes.

[sheerious-sheerio]

Destined - Chapter 15 of A Very Long Ed Sheeran Fanfic (Mature)

We shower and dry off, I'm standing naked in my closet, trying to decide what to put on. Ed wanders in, also sans clothing.

“You want to know something?”

“What's that baby?” He says, looking at all the clothes arranged in rainbow order.

“I've never been continuously naked for this long in my entire life!”

“Me neither. It's fun, isn't it?” he laughs

“Oh it is!” I giggle.

I decide on wearing a bathing suit with a dress over it. I hold out a few swimsuits and say “Ed, which one should I wear?”

He considers his options, a turquoise one piece spaghetti strap suit with white edging, a black strapless one piece with cut outs over the belly and back and finally a pink and white polka dot 1940's style vintage halter suit. “It's between the black and the dots” he says, “can you try them on for me?”

“Sure!” I smile and model them for him.

“The black is wicked hot,” he says “but it's almost too hot, I don't want the guys checking you out!” he laughs. “I really like this one” he says reaching out and touching the polka dot suit I was wearing.

“So I'll wear this one, it's new!”

I grab a white cotton eyelet dress and throw it on over the suit. I bend over trying to find a particular pair of sandals when I feel Ed behind me. He grabs my hips and grinds himself into my bottom.

“You sure we have to go downstairs?” he asks, “We could stay here and play instead.”

“Oh don't start! We'll never be ready if we don't go now!” I say. “We'll have time later. Did I mention the whole master suite is soundproofed?”

His eyebrows go up, “Nice!”

I stand up and turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck I give him a quick kiss and say “Go grab your stuff out of that room. Get dressed and come help me downstairs. Please?”

“Ok, ok, but if we finish everything before they get here can we have a little fun?

I laugh and say “Yes, but only if you're downstairs in less than 10 minutes!”

“Deal!” he shouts, kissing me and running naked from the room.

I've barely made it to the kitchen when he comes skidding in behind me. “Ok, what do we have to do?”

I recite the list I came up with and we set to work. By 11:00 everything has been done and all we need are the other people.

I stretch my arms and say, “I think I'll take a little nap before everyone gets here.”

His face looks so disappointed I can't even keep a straight face. “I'm only teasing you Ed!”

“Yay!” He picks me up and spins me around. “Come on!” He grabs my hand and we run back upstairs giggling like little kids.

When we get to the room I push him against the closed door drop to my knees. He's got on swim trunks that lace up but I make quick work of it and soon have the trunks and his boxers around his ankles. He's already hard as I take him into my mouth. His hands are immediately tangled in my hair. I suck and swirl my tongue around the head until he actually whimpers. Bobbing my head up and down I slide him all the way into the back of my throat.

'Oh shit Jordana!”

I run my tongue around the head, pressing it into the tip where it's met with a few salty drops. I continue sucking and licking until I know he's about to cum. Then I wrap my hand around him squeezing and and sucking at the same time. His hips start to move.

“Oh fuck!” he yells as I move my hand and my lips glide down and he erupts in the back of my throat. Swallowing until his hips still and he loosens his grip on my hair.

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing!” He pants.

I rise from my knees, “Really?”

“Oh yes!” he says pulling me close. He plants a kiss on my collarbone and drags it up near my ear, “We still have time, it's your turn.” He leads me over to the foot of the bed and pulls my dress over my head. Then he peels off my swimsuit. He sits me on the edge of the bed and gets down between my knees. “Lay back baby”.

I do and he starts kissing the insides of my thighs. My breathing is shallow and my heart is racing. He doesn't know that this isn't a good idea, he must think he's repaying what I just did. I try to keep calm, maybe it will be ok, everything else has been so far. I can feel the panic taking over, I try my hardest to quash the fear that threatens to overwhelm me. He pushes my legs further apart and runs his tongue up the center cleft. That's all it takes, I spring up and crawl backwards up the bed, wheezing, I can't breathe at all, my ears are ringing and my head is spinning. My eyes are wide with terror.

He jumps up, “Jordie!! What, what happened, what's the.... Shit!” He realizes it's a flashback like the night we met, only much worse. “Baby,” he says very calmly, “it's ok, come here.”

He opens his arms but I make no attempt to move. I'm still panicking. Gasping for breath, I manage to squeak out “inhaler” and motion to the nightstand. He throws the drawer open, seeing the blue plastic pump he grabs it and presses it into my hand

He stands there helpless as I take the medicine. As soon as I can breathe again I start to feel better. I curl up on my side crying softly. He lies facing me, careful not to touch me. He looks miserable.

“Jordie” he whispers, “I'm so sorry, please forgive me.”

I lay there, silent. I know it's not his fault and I don't blame him but I physically cannot speak yet. He slowly reaches out a hand and places it on my shoulder. I stiffen and he starts to pull away but then changes his mind.

He sighs, “Come here” and scoots over towards me sliding an arm under me and the other around me. He pulls me to his chest. I melt against him.

“Shhhhhh, you're safe, I'm here.” he presses kisses to my head and cheeks. “Jordie” he says louder, “you're ok, you're not where you think you are.”

I close my eyes, when I open them again a few minutes later it's as if I've snapped out of a trance. “Oh my God, what happened? What did I do?” I know I've had a flashback and it must have been bad.

Ed just holds me tight and says “It's ok, it's over.”

“I know.... I'm sorry for freaking out but I really need to know what happened. It's important.”

“What do you remember?”

“Standing up by the door.” I say.

He fills me in on what happened. I see the inhaler on the bed. “How did you know to get this?”

“You pointed to the drawer, you couldn't breathe at all. It was scary.”

“I'm so sorry. Guess I'm still the crazy girl.” I say sadly.

“Hey!” He says sharply and I jump “Sorry” he says, “but you're NOT crazy. It's that post traumatic thing right? Like what military people get?”

“Yeah, that's what my doctor says. It hasn't happened like that for a long time.”

“Jordie?” he whispers.

“Yes?”

“Is that what he used to do to you?”

I nod and close my eyes again.

“You were so scared, and that's now, years later. I just can't imagine the little girl Jordana being that scared.” He pulls me close again.

“Thank you for not leaving me alone, for realizing I wasn't blaming you and helping me, holding me.... just, everything.”

He kisses me, lightly at first then long and slow. “Feel better now?”

I nod and he loosens his grip. We lay there until Ed's phone starts chirping from across the room.

End Ch 15

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[eddanandotherfanfics]

Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran fanfic

Hannah's POV: I sit up in the bed. I have an incredibly painful headache, so I clasp my head with my hand. "Ouch", I mumble. Ed is lying beside me, with the duvet covering up to his waist. We're both naked, but I don't remeber how that happened. I grab my jacket from the foot of the bed and get up to look in the mirror. My make up is smudged and my hair is a mess. I get a face wipe out of the packet on my dressing table and take off my make up, then I brush my hair. I look around. Our clothes are all over the room, along with a dozen bottles. All the things on my desk had been knocked over; books and CD's on the floor. I stare at the desk, my head hurting. My mind is foggy, but I remind myself of how the desk got like that. Myself, Ed and some other friends had gone out partying last night and got very drunk. Obviously, Ed had come home with me, which was weird as we aren't actually dating. I recall the moment that Ed had leant me against the desk, whilst exploring the inside of my mouth with his tounge. He quickly pulled away to lift off my dress, then take off his own t-shirt. When he began kissing me again, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down as far as I could. He finished taking them off for me. From there, he grabbed my back, drawing me even closer to him. Then he directed me to the bed. This is where my memory ends. I hear a whine coming from behind me. I turn around to see Ed, stretching. He has smudged lipstick on his cheek. He opens his eyes slowly and smiles when he sees me. "Hi", he murmers. "Hey", I reply. "What time is it?" He asks, looking around the room. I hadn't actually looked yet, so I look on the floor to find my phone. "Nearly one o'clock", I answer when I find it. He nods and sits up. "Well that was fun", he says. I blush. "Yeah, it was." There is an awkward silence. "So..." Ed starts. Neither of us know what to do. I'd had a one night stand before, but that was with some random guy I had never met before. This is different. Ed and I are really close friends. I suddenly realise I am only wearing a jacket that only just covers me, so I quickly pick up my dressing gown from the floor, while Ed is looking away. Ed moves his legs, so they are dangling off the edge of the bed. He bends over and grabs his underwear, then slides them on. He stands up and walks over to the desk to get his jeans. He puts them on too. Then he stops and just stands there, looking at me. He is topless and his ginger hair is even wilder than usual. I hate to think it, but I find him very attractive. He grins at me, so I give him a sweet smile back. "Ummm... So...what happened last night? Well, other than, that." He says, glancing at the bed. "To be honest, I don't remember either. I wonder what happened to the others?" "Hmm... Yeah, I think Beth and Louis went home together first, before everything got crazy. God knows what happened to Rob and Lucy!" I laugh. "What!?" He asks,laughing back. "Beth and Louis getting it on! Didn't expect that!" "I guess...others could say the same thing about us..." He says, making it awkward once again. We both stop laughing. "Yeah, I guess they could." I agree. "Hannah, I think we should talk about last night." Ed walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. He taps the space next to him, so I walk over and sit down. I give him a little smile. "I've been meaning to-" His sentence is broken off by the sound of my phone ringing. "Sorry, I've got to take this. It's my boss." I say, standing up and walking away a bit. I answer the phone, "Hello?" A voice on the other end of the phone tells me that I need to come into work quickly, as they are short staffed and it is busier than usual. I work in a restuarant as a waitress. It is only a temporary job while I finish university. I hang up the phone and turn back to face Ed. "Ed, I'm really sorry, but I have got to go into work. It's meant to be my day off, but they're busy." "Oh, well couldn't they ask anyone else if it's meant to be your day off? I wanted to tell you something." He says. "Yeah, I know, but I need the money. Can we do this another time? I'm free tonight?" I suggest. Ed nods. "OK, I get it. Well I'll see you later then, at mine?" He says, standing up and going over to pick up his t-shirt. He's a bit upset. "Yeah, of course. Well I better get ready then." I say. "Sure, I'll get going. Bye." He says sadly and walks out. Ed's POV: When I get home, I go straight to the fridge and get out some beers. I take them over to the sofa and open one. I gulp it down and then open another. Stuart calls, but I ignore it. I just think. I think about Hannah and last night. I try to make sense of it all. First off, we slept together. Second, it was amazing. Third, we were drunk. Fourth, that doesn't matter. Fifth, she didn't stay to talk about it. Sixth, she's coming round later. Seventh, I can't wait. And finally eighth, I love her. Two more beers later and I have no control. In that time, I had worked out what I want. What I wanted was Hannah. I was going to tell her ealier, but then she had to go. I would tell her; maybe once I have sobered up a bit. When the door bell finally rings at seven, I leap up to answer it. This was not a smart move. The alcohol rushes to my head and makes me dizzy. Regardless, I carry on running to the door. I press down on the door handle, but press too hard and my hand slips. The door opens, but I fall over. I hear a sweet giggle through the gap. "Drunk are we, Ed?" She laughs. I stand up and open the door properly. "Not at all!" I say, sarcasticly. "How many have you had?" She asks. "Three or four..." "Wow, Ed, I'm surprised you can even stay stood up this long!" She jokes. "I have a gift! Do come in." I say, gesturing for her to come through the door. Hannah walks through and I hug her without thinking. She seems startled and a bit shy. I lead her towards the living room and we sit down to talk. Hannah's POV: Ed and I sit down on the sofa. He looks nervous, but it is hard to guess how he is feeling, as it's hard to tell when he has been drinking. "I'm sorry about having to leave earlier." I start. "Nah, it's fine! You're here now." Ed gives his cheeky grin. This always makes me smile. Ed just stares at me for a bit. I don't know what to say, as I am still finding it awkward between us. I wait for him to say something, but still nothing. "So, what did you want to tell me?" I ask, seeing as Ed shows no indication of beginning. "Yeah, Hannah, I'm a bit drunk at the moment. Can we just hang out for a bit?" He says. Ed's POV: Damn! Why did I have to say that? She needs to know. No, maybe that was a good idea. I should tell her when I can control my thoughts. Hannah reaches for one of the beers on the coffee table and opens it. She sees me watching her and smirks, "Can't let you have all of these, can I?" I chuckle. "Well, as long as I get another one!" "Hmmm...I don't think I can allow that!" She says, picking up all the beers and putting them on the sofa next to her, sheilding them. I am sat close to her, but I still shuffle over to tickle her. She squirms and shrieks, enough for me to grab a can. I sit back and see that the drink she was holding is now over her skirt. She looks at the skirt, then to me. She keeps a straight face for a few seconds, but it doesn't last. Her lips soon spread apart into a dazzling smile. "You're gonna pay for that!" She kids, leaping up and running off towards the kitchen. I run after her, but when I catch up, she is no where to be seen. I scan the worktops, but nothing. It's not like she could have gone anywhere. We're on the third floor of a block of flats, in a kitchen with no other exits than the one we came in from. Suddenly, there was a tiny screech and one of the cupboard doors fly open. "BOO!" She screams, throwing an apple at me. "Ouch! Now you're the one who's gonna pay!" I shout back. She is the other side of the table to me, so uses that as defence. I try to run round to catch her, but when I do, she runs the other way. Instead, I attempt climbing over the table, but failing. I jump onto it, but when I jump off, I land at a weird angle and fall onto my back. It didn't hurt much, but Hannah looks really worried. She runs to my side and crouches down. "Ed, Ed, are you OK?!" She panics. I pretend to be hurt and when she doesn't expect it, pull her foot, so she falls over too. She stands up, but not quick enough. I am up as well and when she tries to run away, I wrap both arms around her waist from behind. She struggles and giggles, but I hold on tight. "I said you'd pay!" I tell her. "OK, OK, you got me! Now, let me go!" She jokily demands. I release her and she turns around to face me. "I need another beer." She says, then walks back off to the living room. I follow her again. Hannah's POV: After two beers each, we are rather drunk. Ed is sat on the end of the sofa. I am laid down with my feet in his lap, head the other end. Beers seemed to change everything. It makes everything so different between us. It is not so awkward. Our little game of hide and seek was strange though. I wasn't even drunk yet, but I still managed to be normal around Ed. However, I wouldn't call it normal. We are just chatting. Ed still hadn't told me what he wanted to tell me this morning. My mind begins to wonder what it was, then Ed starts to sing. "Give me love, like Hannah... 'Cos lately I've been waking up alone. Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt. Told you I'd let them go. And that I'll fight my corner, maybe tonight I'll call ya, after my blood, turns into alcohol. No I just wanna hold ya." It takes a while for me to realise what he just said, but I end up smiling. Ed is singing to me. "Give a little time to me, or burn this out, we'll play hide and seek to turn this around," I laugh at his part. We'd just played hide and seek, "and all that I want is the taste that your lips allow, my my, my my, oh give me love." He's looking right into my eyes now, singing give me love. Did he mean it? He stops singing, but says the last sentence of the verse, "My my, my my, oh give me love. My my, my my, give me love, Hannah." This is when he stops completely. He looks hopefully at me. "So..." Ed begins. Again, neither of us know what to do. This time, I break the silence. Ed's POV: "Ed, did you mean that?" Hannah asks, sitting up. I did, I really did. I nod. "Yeah, I may be drunk, but I know what I want. I wanted to tell you sober, but that didn't work out." She smiles and moves closer to me. Close enough to be able to bend over and whisper in my ear. This time, she is singing. It might not be the best singing in the world, but it is what I want to hear, "Kiss me, like you wanna be loved, wanna be loved, wanna be loved-" I do as she says and cup her face in my hand, bringing it closer to mine, then kissing her passionatly. Hannah's POV: This kiss is different. It's not like the kiss from last night. This time, it means something. So, this is what Ed wanted to tell me this morning. These feelings I have for Ed may be new, but his certainly weren't. He wanted to tell me before, but I didn't listen. Ed is still cupping my face with one hand, but with the other he was rubbing my leg. My hands are limp in my lap, so I decide to do something with them. I curl them round his neck, then move one hand up to his head, so I can run my fingers through his hair. Ed trails his lips down to my neck. I can't believe this is happening. Ed, the ginger singer/songwriter who has travelled all around the world doing gigs, is in love with me. Ed stops kissing my neck and brings his head up to look at me. He smiles and gently picks up my hand, then holding it tightly. He puts the hand that was cupping my face, around my shoulder and pulls me in. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes. I slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[ppinks81]

It's complicated A Ed Sheeran fan fiction chapter 3

I'm awoken by my mobile saying i've got a tex, who is the hell thinks it ok to text me this time of morning!. Ah ok its 8.50, they are forgiven seeing as i had to get up in 10 anyway. Its a text from mum saying the girls wanted to speak to me when I had chance, I feel the familiar pangs I get when i'm away from them. Promising myself to face time them later. Right time to get myself into gear for today! I open my case and grab what I need for the shower and head into the bathroom. 15 minutes later i'm sitting in front of the mirror trying to make myself look at least half presentable for today. Tired looking muddy blue eyes and hair that needs a good cut is all i'm seeing. I used to love my eyes, they are big with long eyelashes. Now they just show how tired I am and look dull. Looking after the girls and holding down a busy job really can take it out of you. I'm 28 and fell 58 sometimes. I grab my make up bag and start applying my make-up. Lots of concealer is needed for today. Not bad I think a little later on, spritzing on Miss Dior. Today is going to be busy so I decided to dress a comfortable, but with a festival twist. I'm wearing my beloved black Hunter wellies, matching over the knee socks. Tailored high-waist shorts with a white shirt with a pussy bow tucked in. My longish dark blonde wavy hair is down loose, but i've played the sides and secure them at the back. I've done my make-up my usual way, flicked liquid eyeliner, mascara to make the most of my long eyelashes,peachy cheeks and some clear lip gloss. I walk over to my case and find my jewellery box, putting on some silver necklaces and bracelets. After one final check in the mirror I grab my satchel and laptop and head out towards the marquee. The day flies by, its early evening and I'm in the dressing room areas behind the main stage. The Festival is amazing. Its bright and vibrant. There are people everwhere having a great time. I'm trying to find somewhere to plug me now dead laptop in, I need to go through tomorrow's schedule. I spot a coffee machine and some chocolate muffins, my stomach makes a huge grumble. "Alright!" I mutter helping myself to coffee and a huge chocolate muffin. I've only had a sandwich today and in need of my chocolate fix. As I take a huge bite of my muffin, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It's mum face timing me, I accept the call and smile as my mums face comes onto my screen. "Hey mum hows the little darlings?" sarcasm dripping from my voice. She laughs and I see the girls dive onto her lap. "Mummy"! they scream "Nanny took us swimming today and I went down the big slide" Lily informs me. "And I swam with no armbands" belle adds not wanting to get outdone by her sister. "That's amazing girls!" I exclaim. It strikes me how beautiful my girls are, they are quite small for their age. They are identical twins, their hair is almost white blonde with natural curls, a nightmare to keep tidy but looks absolutely gorgeous. Huge green eyes, lily has a few freckles across her nose. That's the only way you can tell them apart, they insist in dressing the same and can confuse a lot of people when trying to work out who is which twin. "I will ring when I get chance tomorrow mum OK" I say. "Ok darling, and lottie?" I look at her "I know you finished work at such now, maybe go and have some fun?". "Go and have a drink and ohh I don't know, perhaps watch some the acts?". "You are at a music festival!" she states. It;s my turn to roll my eyes now. "Yes mother, thank you mother" grinning while saluting at her. She huffs a laugh out and blows me a kiss. "Night". "Good Night" I reply and hang up the phone. I shake my head and see a plug socket. I finish off my muffin quickly and drain my coffee waiting for my laptop to come on. I hear screaming from the main stage, wow somebody's popular! The base has gone, and I can hear soft strums acoustic guitar.This makes me smile, my type of music!. I can't quite make out what they are singing back here, but the melody is beautiful. Everything has gone well today. I have met so many people in the music industry, singers, their managers and entourage. And even Justin Timberlake!. Well I say met, but really I was in the same room as him. Stood a few yards away, trying not to act like a fangirl while screaming in my head!. Yes he is even more yummy in the flesh and smelt amazing!. Right enough of my fangirling, back to work!. I check my schedule for tomorrow, and tweak what I need to change. I see my phone light up, indicating I've got a message. Its Helen asking if I want to go and meet her and some of the team for a drink in the V.I.P tent. Why not I think. I Tex her saying I be there soon. My phone buzzes again, I look and see a Tex of Jamie, I groan debating to read it or not. No not tonight, I want a night off and forget the crap he seems to bring. I delete the tex without even looking. I haven't seen him for months, I know what he wants. He wants to come and play happy families, and expects me and the girls to provide just that. My life feels so complicated sometimes, it makes my head whirl. Jamie is the reason why I decided that relationships are really not worth it. He broke my heart so many times. I've given up on love, Its not worth the pain it brings. You let someone in, and they promise you everything. Only to be let down again and again. I grab my satchel and slide my laptop in, I open the dressing room door and start making my way back towards the main stage. The V.I.P tent is not far from the main stage. Its like a maze here, I hear the soft cords and a voice floating all around me. I walk more further towards the main stage the voice that I hear is becoming more clearer. I can feel the emotions of the song surrounding me, he has experienced heart break and sorrow of the worst kind. But he still wants love, he still craves it, he wants to taste it on your lips. He wants to give me love. I see now that i'm not far away from the stage now because I can see the clearing of the space behind the huge main stage. I move faster now, wanting to hear more. I find myself behind the main stage, there is equipment, wires, speakers everywhere. Security, roadies, managers and crew are dotted around in various groups. Its noisy and loud, but all I can hear is my heartbeat going crazy and him. I can't see him, but I feel him. My eyes are frantically looking for where I can get to the side of the stage. I have to, no NEED to see this man. I see where I need to go and surge forward, pushing past people. Breathing hard I get to side of the stage and finally see him, the person that is creating so many emotions my heart and head. Emotions I forgot that had existed. There he stands, with his guitar singing Give Me Love with such an intensity it makes me shiver and shake. I stand there like I've been glued to the spot, watching him sing. Seconds pass, his eyes are watching the audience. He must have felt my eyes burning into him because he turns his head towards me. His bright blue eyes find my muddy blue ones. Its like the world has fallen away and its just us two. I've always laughed at people when they said about love at first sight, called them fools. But standing here, with my heart almost feeling like it's going to burst out of my chest. I now realize that I was the foolish one. I'm is brought back abruptly when I realize he has finished singing and the crowd are going crazy. I watch him nod at the crowd and now he is walking straight towards me, with such an intense look on his face. I want to run away, well my head does. My heart is screaming for me to stay. One thing in all this I realize that my life is never going to be the same ever again.

[theorange-room-blog]

Imagine

Ed promised he would be home before 1am. He had gone out for “a few drinks” with some friends, but lately a few drinks had meant coming home completely drunk. Ed scared you when he was drunk because he was loud and short tempered. You hear the door open and then someone fumbling round loudly in the kitchen. You creep slowly down the stairs, slightly worried about facing Ed while he is in this state. “E-Ed” you quietly call, you only hear a small grunt in reply. “Ed I th-think you need to stop drinking” you say as you see him rustling through your liquor cupboard. He isn’t listening, you walk up behind him and grab his arm. He turns round quickly and slaps you round the face. You are in complete shock, you cannot speak. You eyes start to fill with tears. He is speechless, as if he can’t believe what he did. He grabs you by the shoulders “I am so sor-“. You don’t let him finish, you run straight up to your room and hide beneath the covers just like you did when you were younger. You hear footsteps up the stairs and you can’t stop crying. “y/n” He whispers gently. “Please talk to me”. You can smell the alcohol on him. You slowly remove the duvet and sit up, clutching your pillow. Your eyes are red and tears are still flowing down your face. Ed lifts his hand to move hair from your face but you flinch, expecting to be hit again. Now Ed’s eyes are starting to well up, he cannot believe that he could do something so horrible to the girl he loves. You don’t say anything but you forgive him as your head rests on his chest. You both lie in silence pretending that nothing ever happened.

[jelsielovee]

Oh my god people. I need a good Ed Sheeran fanfic in my life. Any suggestions?

[sheeriously-edward]

True Hearts: Chapter 7

Nikola

We're at a little ice cream shoppe sitting at a small round table with a checkered plastic tablecloth by the window eating our ice cream. I have cookies and cream and he has chocolate. I can feel his eyes on me and I try hard not to scarf it down or get it all over myself like I usually do.

"Let's play twenty questions," he says after a few minutes.

"Okay. I'll go first," I say, way more excitedly than I should.

"No no. I just get to ask you," he clarifies.

"Not fair." I pout.  

"You already know a lot about me. I wanna get to know you," he insists.

"Alright. But I will ask you eventually," I answer, still a little pouty, but happy at the same time because Ed Sheeran wants to get to know me.

"And I'm looking forward to that day. Make sure you've got good questions. Okay." He rubs his hands together and smiles. "Question one. What's your favorite color?"

"Purple. And black. Wait...is glitter a color? Kidding. Next?"

"What's your favorite song?"

"Chasing Cars."

"Do you sing in the shower?"

"I don't sing, I perform." He laughs at that.

After answering several more questions concerning my opinions on various topics (he seemed especially pleased to know I like FRIENDS and fajitas), he pauses, thinking about what his final questions should be. We've been in the shoppe for nearly an hour. He kept building on questions, insisting they didn't count as one of his twenty because "it's a multi-part question" and he was "breaking it up so he doesn't confuse me."

"Okay. Question eighteen. What's your opinion on Passenger?"

"Passenger? Like Mike? The hairy British singer guy?"

"Yeah."

"Like "if you can’t get what you love you learn to love the things you’ve got" Passenger?"

"Yeah."

"Eh. He's okay."

"Oh."

"I'm kidding, Ed. I love Passenger."

"Really?"

"I just quoted Things That Stop You Dreaming. Of course, hon."

"Then question nineteen; Would you like to go to his gig with me tomorrow night?" He pauses for a second. "As my date?"

What? What?! Oh god. Oh sweet baby Jesus! Am I dreaming? Is this for realsies happening? It can't be real. He looks so nervous. He's waiting for my answer. I pinch my thigh under the table. Fuck that hurts! So...this must be...real...

"Nikola? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that."

"No no no no no! You're fine. I'm just...I guess I'm a little," shocked out of my right mind! "Ed, of course I'll go with you. That would be wonderful."

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Maya

I'm behind on one of my projects. I probably shouldn't have gone paint balling but hey, there's nothing I can do about it now. Anyway, this poster for some charity golf tournament is due tomorrow morning, and ummm...I've barely started. I suck.

I hear running in the hall as I switch fonts on the header. And then falling. Pretty sure it's Nik. She's clumsy as fuck. I hear the key in our door and start saving my work, like twenty times fast, because I know Nik will- shut the lid of my computer as she's doing right now, with an unusually happy (even for her) look on her face.

"Okay, you're kinda freaking me out with that face. Spill it."

She just stands there with that smile, trying to form words. Nothing's coming out of her mouth.

"Alright. This is how it's gonna be? Must be really good. Okay. Before paintball?" She shakes her head. "After then. Was it at the arena or wherever you disappeared to after the game?" She holds up two fingers then licks an imaginary ice cream cone. "At an ice cream shoppe. Wait. Were you with Ed?" She starts nodding furiously.

"He asked me out!" She screams at a frequency so high only dogs could hear it.

"What?!!!"

She continues nodding. "Yeah yeah! We were playing twenty questions and that was his question nineteen! He asked me if I wanted to go to a Passenger gig with him tomorrow night! As his date!"

"OH MY GOD!!"

"I KNOW!!!!" She collapses on the sofa next to me. "My life is amazing," she sighs.

"So what was question twenty?"

She thinks for a second then makes a confused look. "He didn't ask a twentieth question. He asked me out and then we left. A car was there to take us back."

"That's weird. Why wouldn't he ask a twentieth question?"

"I dunno. I'll ask him tomorrow."

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Ed

Well, this is it. I asked her out. I hope she's okay with this. I hope she actually wants to do this, you know. Like what if it's for the money?

No. She wouldn't be like that. I know she wouldn't. I'm still nervous though. Not about the money thing, just about this in general.

I sigh and slip on my jacket. It's almost seven. It's almost time for me to pick her up. I got us reservations at a nice restaurant downtown before the gig. I run my fingers through my hair one last time, it has to be perfect for her, then slip my phone and wallet into my pockets and head out the hotel door.

The car pulls up outside her building shortly after and I get out into the cool night air. I walk into the building and up to the fourth floor. I find apartment C and take a deep breath before knocking. A few seconds later, Nik's roommate opens the door.

"Well Mr Sheeran, you look quite dapper in this black ensemble."

"Thank you?"

"Why don't you come in. Nik is almost ready."

"I'm ready now."

She steps in the doorway and damn. She's wearing a purple dress-a short purple dress-and a black leather jacket. She looks totally bad ass and totally hot at the same time.

"You look great," I manage.

"Thanks," she says, blushing and ducking her head, hiding her eyes beneath her hair. "You look really good as well."

"Thanks." I offer my arm. "Shall we?"

"We shall." She giggles and takes my arm.

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Nikola

"This place is really nice. Are you sure it's okay, Ed?"

"Of course, Nik. You can order whatever you want." He smiles at me and I go with it.

The food is amazing! I order a calamari salad, ignoring the fact that I don't like eating leaves, and Ed gets a cup of gnocchi. Then comes the entree. We both get the filet mignon with glazed baby carrots.

"You wanna split a dessert?" He asks after we've finished the other courses.

"Sure. Yeah. Whataya wanna get?" I ask while flipping through the dessert menu.

"Whatever you want, love."

"Ooh can we get this?" I ask pointing to the blueberry lemon tiramisu.

"That looks really good. Yeah. Let's get that."

"Awesomesauce."

It's so fricking delicious! Ed gets blueberries all over his face and when I laugh, I spit blueberries out onto the table. We leave around eight thirty and head over to the bar where Passenger's playing at.

We order two Guinness' and sit at one of the tables.

"I've never seen Passenger perform before."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've only been to a few concerts in general. You, three times, Bruno Mars, umm...Taylor, Rascal Flatts, twice, yeah that's about it."

"Rascal Flatts?"

"I was raised country! Don't judge! I still love them."

"I'm not judging. I just didn't know you were a country girl."

"I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere Kansas. I didn't have much choice."

He chuckles and takes a sip of his beer. "So then I'll introduce you to Mike after the show."

"Really!?!"

"If you want, yeah."

"I would love that!" I shout, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck. He pats my back awkwardly for a second before realizing I have no personal space issues and actually hugging me tightly.

He smells so good like wow. I knew he wore fancy cologne but this stuff is expensive and smells delicious, that never happens! And by the time I'm done admiring his scent, I notice we've been hugging for quite a while. I give him a quick squeeze and release.

"That was the best hug I've gotten in a long time, Nik. Thank you."

"You're welcome? I guess."

He's about to say something, but the lights dim a little and there's a tapping on the mic.

"Hello I'm Mike, or Passenger, and I'm gonna play you some music tonight. How's everyone doing?"

Ed and I scream loud and Mike looks in our direction, sees Ed and adds, "I see my mate Mr Ed Sheeran is in the house."

I cheer even louder, yelling "I know him" and poking his shoulder. Ed chuckles and pokes me back.

"Alright. I'm going to start off with a song called All the Little Lights."