Chai Tea

the one with twitter involved

Ed was pissed off with himself. How he had managed to get himself locked in a port-a-loo was a mystery but it did come in handy when his stomach decided that enough was enough. He had woken up with his trousers around his ankles and a banging headache and was soon rescued but the clean-up crew.

By the time that he had searched the campsite, it was obvious that Shai had gone home. Almost everyone had gone by then and he was left standing alone in an empty piss smelling field.

His stage manager Tom had eventually found him and the two had driven back to London slowly, with the occasional break for Ed to puke his guts onto the side of a road. 'Never. Never again.' He mumbled weakly as he slumped into his seat for the third time, but Tom only smirked. Ed had promised that every time he drank heavily for years.

'So, what do we know about this Shai?' Tom asked once Ed had drunk a gallon of water.

'She lives in London, she dances like a lunatic and-well, that's about it.'

Tom raised a bushy eyebrow, 'I saw you two sucking face at that campfire, surely you must have known something important about her?'

Ed frowned slightly. Of course he knew stuff about her; how she liked her hand held, how much sugar she had in her builder's tea, how she hated brushing her hair, so tucked it behind her ears instead. However, come to think of it they had never actually spoken about their lives in full detail. That sort of thing hadn't mattered when they were together.

'Nothing that will help.'

And then he clicked. He had several photos of her. He fished his phone from his pocket and browsed through the photos taken of the previous night until he found a suitable one. He was about to post it on twitter with the caption Does anyone know this girl?, but he paused. What if she doesn't want to be known by my fans?

His thumb was frozen over the post button. It was an entirely plausible idea; whenever Ed had been greeted by overenthusiastic fans Shai had suddenly disappeared into a sales tent and then reappeared empty handed when they left. Ed had noticed but didn't question it- she seemed like the type of person to shirk the public limelight. An understandable quality- Ed had witnessed the cruel aspects of his industry on many occasions and didn't want someone as innocent as Shai to be trodden down by public views.

But, if he didn't post the picture it was entirely plausible that he would never see her again. Never kiss her again.

And with that he pressed firmly down upon the post button and watched his twitter feed explode.

Shai's POV

Shai couldn't believe her eyes.

She was on her friend's phone, being shown Ed's profile. There was a massive blown up picture of her on it, looking high as a kite. Obviously she hadn't been high but that was definitely what it looked like.

She couldn't wrap her head around it. How could someone as sweet as him be so ridiculously stupid? Shai had a pretty unusual name. It was easy to track her down on the internet. Sure, she had a panicky moment when realising that he didn't know her surname but then she remembered the power of the internet. It would be easy for him to find her. Should have been easy, at least.

She quickly typed on the IPhone, Yes I have. Message me?

After several hours of waiting listlessly around her friend's apartment she got a ping from the phone; she had a twitter notification. You're the tenth person telling me this. How do I know you're authentic?

She laughed at his blatant annoyance but quickly typed back, she likes to fly

A message notification appeared immediately. Shai?

Shai- Yeah. Hey Ed.

Ed- Why does your account say your name is Kate?

Shai- It's a friend's account...

Ed- Oh, cool. I'm sorry about disappearing on you the other night; I managed to get myself locked in a port a loo

Shai- Seriously? You're a fucking idiot Ed, even more so when drunk

Ed- Bit harsh

Shai- WHY THE HELL IS MY FACE SPLASHED ALL OVER TWITTER?

Ed- Oh, that.

Shai- Yes that, you retard.

Ed- I couldn't think of any other way to find you

Shai- did you search my first name on Facebook? Turns out I'm number three on the list

Ed- Oh

Shai's anger was beginning to dissipate. She was upset because of the breach of privacy but in all honesty no one had figured out who she was and the picture was already yesterday's news. She was really happy that Ed had found her.

Shai- Don't worry about it, you're forgiven. Where are you now?

Ed- Soho, want to meet up for coffee at two?

Shai- Sure, you know a place?

Ed- Yeah, it's called The Tea Bag, at the end of Lawlor lane. Can't wait to see you Xx

Shai read his message and grinned to herself; she really liked Ed Sheeran.