terrible things e.s.

8 the Birthday God

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On the night of my twenty-second birthday, Ed and I were a year together and still going strong. After that night at the bar we got shit drunk, Ed got back up on stage and announced me as the girl he'd been looking for, my friends fan-girl'd over me, I had drunken sex in Eds hotel room, and we had complementary breakfast in bed the next morning. I attended all of his performances and one night, about six months later, a man who had connections with a label service called Warner, It's pretty widely known in the UK, loved his work so much he offered for Ed to have a meeting with a few people at the corporation. Ed immediately said yes and they have been having him in the studio a few times a week discussing matters. They say that since he has a great amount of people who enjoy his work already, they could have him a CD made in a year or so and quite possibly a song on a local radio station.

For me, I graduate next spring, promptly a little over a year from now. In my spare time, not studying or hanging out with the girls or Ed, I've been writing. I plan on having a book completely written by summer and from there I hope I can get it sent in to an editor to see if it's worth finding a publisher. Teddy says I have a way with words, but have you ever listened to his music?

He moved into an apartment a few months ago, which is great. It's only about a fifteen minute drive from the school and he keeps it kept up well, with the help of me.

Luna and I both got a job at a local coffee shop, how cliche, together. Just about everyone from uni goes there to buy their cup of caffeine so it's always packed and we get a good bit of tips along with our paycheck. It's enough to pay rent on the flat we nailed at the apartment complex the university built solely for the students attending.

Since it was it was my birthday, Ed insisted on taking me out on a fancy dinner. So I dug out my only dress, a black one that I purchased, but had never worn. It was a black, rockstud a-line dress and reached down to my mid thigh. It was simple and conservative. I dug out my black ankle boots from H&M and put on a deep purple lipstick and, for the first time in long time, lightly lined my eyes with eyeliner and put on some mascara. It was rare that I wore any make up these days, unless it was a special occasion such as this. I simply had no time and no one to impress. My hair was in two french braids, one on each side, since I didn't know how to really style it in any particular manor and I liked the way the braids looked.

"You look great," Luna's comforting hand squeezed my shoulder. I was standing in front of a long mirror, picking a my dress, pulling it down, adjusting the sleeves.

"Really? I don't know, i haven't been on an actual date in so long i..." I smoothed out the black material on my stomach. It wasn't a fancy dress, but it was one none the less.

A light knock was heard on the apartment door and my breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't understand why I was freaking out over the birthday dinner with Ed, I'd known him for years- I guess the thought of him still caring for me after the years of us being apart still made my heart flutter like a thousand butterflies were trying to escape all at once.

Luna went to go open the door while I straightened up a bit more, pulling on some strands of my braid and tightening some back up. Eventually, I walked out of my bedroom and into the sitting room, where Ed was sat on the hideous green couch we owned. He was dressed in dark jeans and a crisp white dress shirt. The moment his eyes met mine, he stood up, smiling. I walked over shyly and he took my hand, dramatically placing a small kiss on the top. His playful gesture caused my cheeks to heat immediately.

"Happy Birthday, beautiful. You look gorgeous." He placed a kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you. You look rather ravishing as well, Mr. Sheeran."