Dear Delilah

Chapter 3: No Day But Today

Chapter 3:

No Day But Today

"Ed Sheeran, you take longer than a girl." I yell at him from the hotel room. He's been locked up in the bathroom getting ready for almost an entire hour now.

"Delilah, calm down." He says, poking his head out of the door. "My hair is not cooperating." I sigh, and get off the bed from which I was sitting, and walk over to him. I quickly mess up his hair with my hands and smooth it out slightly, there's no need for him to look absolutely crazy.

"There." I say, turning him around so he can see himself in the mirror.

"Jesus, how did you do that?" He asks, and I shrug. I just plop back down on the bed as he disappears into the bathroom again. Does he really need to take this long? I lie down on the bed and rethink my outfit.

Since we're going "out" I put on a classier top, dark green, and kept my black skinny jeans on. A little dressier, but not much. Finally, Ed comes out of the bathroom, hair just as I left it. He had the same idea as I did, change the shirt but leave the jeans.

"We ready? God, Delilah, you're so slow." He says with a smile as I get up and we leave the hotel room. We quietly sneak past the open door of the security team's room, they are there to protect Ed, I get that, but it can be bothersome some times. We make it past and quietly get into the elevator, cringing when it dings as it opens, yet getting in it nonetheless. We ride down the floors, and exit through a back door of the hotel. We don't know if there are any fans, and it's not a risk I really want to take without the security team. Once out of the hotel, we get onto the street and I can smell the gasoline fumes being exerted from the cars driving past. We hail a taxi and tell it to take us to the nearest bar. The taxi driver simply grunts and complies with our order, and soon enough we are at a club. Blue and purple pulsing lights are surrounding the club, and I can hear the pounding of the bass, and I know I'll be able to smell the alcohol from a block away. I'm not sure if the driver took us here because we look young, but I'm pretty sure it's not what Ed had in mind when we made this deal. We exit the cab, and I give a withering look to Ed.

"Don't look at me like that, you were the one who agreed to this." He says.

"I thought you meant an actual bar, not some club." I say, trying to be louder than the music. Ed shrugs.

"A bar is a bar." He says, smiling and pushing me towards it slightly, "Let's go." We walk past the line of people waiting to get in, and there are some slight gasps when Ed walks by. We get up to the bouncer and he immediately lets us in, no questions asked. I smile slightly at this, but otherwise don't think about it.

I walk in, and I'm surprised that I don't get a headache from the pounding bass and smell of alcohol. Then it hits me that I won't be having headaches anymore, and it gives me this uplifting feeling. I immediately don't mind the smell of the alcohol and the pounding music; in fact, I walk over to the bar and get a martini. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Soon, I've downed my forth drink and dancing like it's my birthday. I don't know what song is playing, and I don't care. It has a nice beat. I dance around to it, smile on my face and nothing stopping me. I stumble a little, damn, I'm getting too into the music. Hey, by the way, where is Ed? I slowly come to a stop on the dance floor and look around to see Ed just sitting at the bar, playing with a straw in his drink. I quickly walk over to him, and plop down in the empty seat next to him.

"Ed!" I yell over the music, and he looks at me as a response. "Why aren't you dancing?!" I ask him, giggling a little at the absurdity of the question. He just shrugs.

"Come on!" I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him up, but as soon as he stands, he stops himself, and I'm not strong enough to pull him. "Ed." I whine.