New York | An Original Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Chapter 20

I let myself into the suite, taking care to shut the door silently behind me. It's early still and Ed must be jet lagged. I don't want to wake him yet.

Plus, in the sober light of morning and free from the haze of lust, I'm starting to have conflicted feelings about his unexpected arrival.

We'd forgotten to close the drapes in the bedroom last night and I'd woken up with the sun this morning, unable to fall back to sleep. As wonderful as it is to see him, I'm a little annoyed, angry almost, at the way he just showed up. It feels a bit...possessive. We'd talked about him meeting everyone, 'going public' so to speak, so he knows how anxious I am about it. Now he's all but made the choice for me.

He's only here because of Logan. He doesn't trust you. He's marking his territory.

It was much easier to brush these thoughts aside last night when his body was against mine.

Settling into the sofa with my coffee, I feel my face flush at the memory of last night. The sex had been out of this world amazing, primal even - rough and dirty in a way that we'd only been with each other once before, right before he'd gone home to England that first Christmas. And just like then, I think we'd each been trying to prove something. This time, that I was his and no one else's - Ed to himself and me to him.

Or maybe you're being crazy, and he really did just miss you.

I wasn't able to get rid of the thoughts, and so I'd slipped out of bed and headed to the hot room. Yoga, at least, always makes sense.

I know that we're going to have to talk about this, but this weekend is neither the time nor the place. This weekend is about Julie and Alex. Plus, there are few things I hate more than talking about my feelings, and I don't want to fight with him when we have so little time together.

When then, Spence? Limited time together is all you're going to have until the tour's over.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the cushion with a big sigh. He either trusts me or he doesn't and I'm not sure I want to know the answer.

"There you are." Ed's sleepy rasp snaps me out of my reverie. He's standing in the doorway to the bedroom, his hair mussed from sleep as he rubs a hand over his face. "I woke up and you were gone."

I can't help but smile at the pout in his voice, like waking up alone is the worst thing in the world. Well...

"I'm sorry, babe. I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to yoga. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to bed." I give him a little smile. "You must be exhausted."

He stretches, yawning. "'m a little tired, yeah. What time's the thing tonight?"

"The rehearsal starts at 4 and dinner is at 8, but you don't have to come if you're not up to it," I answer. It sounds like I'm trying to talk him out of going. Maybe I am. Taking back your power, eh, Spence?

Ed shakes his head, "Nah, I'll sleep a little longer and it'll be fine. Come back to bed with me for a bit?" He holds his hand out to me.

I take him in, sleep-tousled curls standing on end, vibrant, tatted up torso, and snug dark gray Calvins, looking like a ginger god.

Goddamn.

I'm still miffed, but that's a hard offer to turn down.

***

"Spence, it's nearly 3. You almost ready?"

"Almost, just have to finish my hair," I answer, coming into the living room. "Zip me up?"