You return to the orphanage.
It's a long walk from the Old Bailey to the Old City.
You walk through the streets, staring at the dirty streets, the narrow alleyways and the people.
Old women dressed in rags sit by the side of the road, sharpening knives and carving sticks.
Children run through the streets, chasing pigeons.
A man hawks newspapers, offering the latest news.
A beggar, blind in one eye, sits by the side of the road, scratching his stomach.
Posters for the latest Ed Sheeran album cover the walls.
It is a grimy, grim little city.
You reach the outskirts of the old city.
You are now standing in the fields surrounding the ancient city.
The sun is high in the sky, baking your scalp and making you feel feverish.
The wind blows, carrying with it the smell of farm animals and the dust of far-off lands.
A man and a woman sit by the side of the road, as far as the eye can see.
You reach the orphanage.
The orphanage is a three-story stone building.
You stare at the building, wondering if you should knock on the door.
The door opens, and a woman dressed in black and white greets you.
You say "I'm looking for Hazel"
The woman, who is clearly the matron, smiles.
"Ah, good, good. You've made it to the orphanage. Now, let's see if she's awake. Follow me."
The woman leads you up three flights of stairs, to a door on the third floor.
You stand on the stairs, staring at the door.
You can hear children playing inside, though you can't see them.
The woman snaps her fingers, and the door flies open.
You enter the room, and the children come to stare at you.
At the far side of the room is a second door.
You find Hazel.
Hazel is sitting in a chair, her long blonde braid dangling over her shoulder.
She looks up at you, her blue eyes staring into your grey eyes.
She smiles, a genuine, friendly smile.
You say "Imma not ur papa"
Hazel smiles, looking from you to the door.
"What did you say?" she asks.
"I said imma not ur papa."
Hazel frowns, tilting her head.
You bring Hazel to Ed Sheeran.
10 years pass...
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Ed Sheeran, standing alone at the bar, stares at Hazel.
He seems slightly drunk.
"Come here, Hazel. Let's go on the stage."
YOU ARE READING
Ed Sheeran X Reader
FanfictionEd Sheeran, in his constant struggle for survival against his hundreds of enemies, finds time to get romantic... with you... for some reason. Written by AiDungeon.
