Practically Smitten (A Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

EDS POV:

I heard Noël run back into the room, most likely to ask Mel and I another question of how we met.

"Mummy, how did you win back daddy?" She asked abruptly.

"I... Uh... Doesn't Harry know how I did?" She asked, obviously trying to tell the story.

The reason Melanie and I don't want to tell the story is because we normally completely disagree with we tell the story. It's either I tell too slow or Melanie skips all the parts where she appears as the bad person. Harry knew well why happened, not only because he was my best friend but because he was a major part of it in the last stretch, lack of a better word. I didn't understand why Harry was sending Noël out every once in a while to ask about portions he even knows best.

"He said that you should tell me because you tell the story perfectly." She smiled.

She groaned and I could tell by her expression that Harry was going to get a talking to.

"Well, I..." She started.

*FLASHBACK*

As Harry went to the bathroom after I had saw Melanie in a week, I went to go see my backstage VIP fans.

I heard some shuffling behind me after a good ten minutes and I looked to see two shadowed people run towards the exit.

Little did I know, that that was the best decision Harry had made for me.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

MELANIE'S POV:

"So after Uncle Harry stole me away, I wanted to stay in London because it was perfect for how I wanted to live." I continued.

Abruptly, the doorbell rang and Ed sprung up to get it.

"Oswin! How are you doing?" He greeted my best friend.

I hadn't seen her in a few years though we're close as sisters. We obviously kept in contact but we didn't live closely together.

"Ed!" She said, embracing him.

"Come in, come in." He welcomed her.

Our family was getting a lot of visitors.

"Oswin!!!" I shouted, running towards her.

"Mel!!!" She shouted back hugging me.

We let go and she asked, "where's your chil'en?"

"I'm right here!" Noël said, jumping in front of her.

Noël had taken a liking to Oswin ever since she was born.

"Noël! How you been?" She asked.

"Good! Mummy, Harry and daddy were just telling me the story of how they met." She said excitedly.

At the mention of his name, Harry came out of Noël's room. Harry and Oswin looked at each other.

OSWIN'S POV:

As soon as I saw him, all of my emotions and feelings came flooding back to him.

"Hey, Oswin!" Harry said, as if this wasn't a big deal. Even though it probably wasn't, it was definitely for me.

"Hi..." I said back. I turned my attention back to Noël and started to create a conversation with her.

HARRY'S POV:

When I saw Oswin, I couldn't help to think of what would've happened...

*FLASHBACK*

After I had kidnapped Melanie, she fell in love with my city of London. She had actually turned 18 lately and she had decided that London was the place to start her adult life.

She had started looking for flats to stay in, but she couldn't find any if her taste or price range.

We had grown to become friends, nothing more because no way would I steal this girl if Ed loved her as much as he told me.

So when we were having coffee one day, her living dilemma came up in conversation.

"Har, the hotel I have been staying at... They're kicking me out." She told me.

"Seriously?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah. And I haven't found a apartment yet." She sighed.

I thought for a moment and my mind instantly flicked to my empty bedroom in my flat.

"Why don't you move into my flat?" I offered, surprising for the both of us.

"Are you kidding with me?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Why would I?" I asked.

"Oh my God! Harry. This is perfect. What about Louis?" She asked.

"Well, now that he is engaged with Eleanor, they are moving in together so I'm going to have a free room..." I explained.

"AH! Thank you so much, Harry! How soon?"

"Anytime and you can even invite that friend over in the States to visit now because you'll have your own place." I suggested.

"Yes! Harry, you won't regret this! You are going to love Oswin!" She exclaimed.

I lifted an eyebrow, curious about her name.

"Her real name is Clara Oswin Oswald. But she hates when people call her Clara so we use her middle name." She explained.

I smirked, knowing exactly what I would call her. Clara.

Perfect.

*END OF FLASHBACK*