How To [Not] Fall In Love With Ed Sheeran

step three: don't get to know him

step three: don't get to know him (he has a cute personality; that's how he traps you)

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Abigail thinks I have a boyfriend.

Because apparently smiling at your screen for more than three seconds means 'you're texting bae'. I've actually been texting Ed and he's definitely not "bae", far from it. I didn't tell her I have his number, which I feel bad for because if she finds out we've been talking (which she will), she'll hate me forever. She thinks I'm talking to that Cole guy from Starbucks.

"Still texting him, Taylor? It's been over an hour," Abigail smiled cheekily.

"Oh really, I didn't notice."

"Mhm, Cole must be really cool then, huh?"

I don't know what Cole's like, but Ed isn't half bad, surprisingly. I'd never admit it but his personality's so.. cute. He's just a cute, funny, interesting person. And I never thought I'd think that of him but oh well.

To: Ed :)

» Hm. I wish my ex was like that. He still refuses to give my scarf back :/

« lol how unfortunate. how long ago was your last relationship ?

» Like three years ago I think.

« wow

» What?

« that's a pretty long time

» Yeah well I stopped dating after a particularly bad break up so I've been single since then.

« so you're not into dating right now at all ?

» Not exactly. I mean if I meet someone who's nice then it could happen.

« i'm nice.

» Lmao what is that supposed to mean?

« nothing. i'm just saying ;)

» Lol sureee.

« i've to go do boring stuff now :/ talk to you later

» Okay, bye.

I check the time and I still have about an hour until my shift starts. I work as a customer service representative for this phone company. It's boring but it pays well. And I get to work from home most of the time, which is cool.

"Taylor !"

"Yes, honey ?"

Abigail comes bustling through the living room, grabbing stuff here and there on her way.

"I'm going to my mom's for a day or two, alright ?"

"But I'll be lonely," I pout childishly.

"But I'll be back soon babes," She mocks my tone.

Abigail gives me a quick kiss on the forehead (the "mwah" included, of course) before slipping on a pair of slides and walking out the door.

Guess I'm alone for the weekend.

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"I started playing when I was like fourteen ? This dude came to fix my computer and he just sorta taught me how to play." Despite my dislike for talking over the phone, Ed somehow convinced me to. He's very persuasive. So we end up talking about music.

"Are you into writing ?"

"Songs ? Not really. I like doing covers."

"Oh cool, do you post them online?"

"Maybe.."

"Yoooo I must watch one."

"Well good luck finding one. I don't show my face in my videos so..."

"Ugh are you serious ?"

"Mhm. So what's your favourite thing to write about?"

"Probably love."

"Have you ever written about your odd love for tea ?"

"You mean the world's odd love for tea ?"

"No. Shut up. You're wrong."

"Just accept it, the masses prefer tea over coffee."

"Oh my god, whatever."

"I promise one day I'll come over and prepare the best cuppa tea you've ever experienced. Then afterwards we'll see where your argument stands."

"Just come over now."

Woah. No, no, no, no, no.

"Okay..? Where do you live ?"

"No! I didn't mean to say that -- don't come over."

"But why not ?" and I could literally hear the pout in his voice.

"Aren't you like busy or something? Why are you even in America still ?" Seriously, what business does a Brit have in Franklin, Tennessee ?

He laughed, "I start my tour in two weeks. I'm just settling here for the meantime. And if I were busy I wouldn't be talking to you, let alone for *pause* two hours, forty-three minutes, and fifty-six seconds."

"It has not been that long," I gasp in shock, but when I look at the screen, he isn't lying. Where did the time go?

"So am I coming over ?"

I think it over a bit, trying to find legitimate excuses not to let him come over besides the fact that I don't want him here. At least that's what I keep telling myself. I hear Ed sigh over the phone and realize he's still waiting for an answer so

"Y-Yeah. I'll text you my address."

This should be interesting.

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