Red.(Ed Sheeran Fan fiction)

Monster Energy

Blehhhh blah bleub. You don't have to read this A/N cause blh but, I haven't reached my goal of 10 reads and a comment yet(bahahah) but I decided to start it anyway, so I can post it when I do, :D anyway, the people are based off people in real life so I thought id give you a little key as to who is who.

Ed-UMMMM pretty obvious eh?

Isa-my friend isabella aka Bella

Maggie-my friend Maggie

Elania-my friend bob. JK my friend Elena :P

Reyna- MEEEEEEE.

I still need a new cover because I don't like mine, but anyway I have a question for y'all who do read this, if there is anyone.

Should I add 1D into it(pretty minor) and make it a 1D-Ed Sheeran fanfic or just keep it at Ed? Vote in comments :3 thank you.

-xRxx

Eds POV :o

Finding a quiet place to practice is nearly impossible, but this time, I'm not complaining. I didn't notice her until the middle of my song, and she was just standing there, a look of shock on her face, it was kind of cute. She had hair like mine only brighter if that's possible. And hazel gold eyes. But before I know it she mutters one word and starts to walk away, I feel my cheeks gain blush as I stand up, leaning my guitar against the seat.

"Hey now wait!" I call and she turns around.

"Errmmm I'm sorry." She says in a British accent, I wonder if shes from England.

I chuckle.

"Don't be sorry love." Her face grows pink at the word love making me chuckle again.

"You're erm really good." She smiles and sits down on the bench where I had sat. I join her.

"Doesn't seem like anyone else thinks so."

She bites her lip in frustration.

"Have you played for anyone before?"

"A bunch."

"And they didnt like it?" Her voice shocked.

I pause before answering. " I don't know" then I run a Hand through my ginger hair.

"Well I do."

"Oh yeah?"

She smiles. "Can you play anything else?"

"Ermm sure."

She's reinventing loving me while we're Resembling Cutlery on the sofa it must have been about 5.01

Like my blue ripped jeans

And my eyes are closed

And I'm way too tired

Hoody still smells of the bleached bonfire

On the sofa where we lay, I wanna stay inside all day.

And it's cold outside again.

"That's really really good."

"Thank you." I reply hoping she says something to continue on conversation.

"So where are you from?"

"England, all over. You?"

"Doncaster."

"What brings you to France." She bites her lip.

"I just graduated, my friends and I, got scholarships for a "educational program" here. I didn't want to come."