Suited (Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)

Part 6: Chic

JULIET'S POV:

The next morning, I woke up in my bedroom, rather confused as to how I got there. Thankfully my alarm still went off, as it was a Monday and I needed to be at work. I quickly got dressed in some high-waisted plum colored pants, a white top, a black blazer and stilettos. I hopped in my car, and braved crazy LA traffic and pulled into my parking spot all in record time.

I walked into my building, flashing the secretary, Ashley, a smile. She was one of my few friends at work, so I stopped to chat for a bit, "Morning Ash."

"Morning Jules. You're coffee is on your desk and Thomas wants you to approve his new article." I nodded, and went off to my office. I worked at the LA headquarters of Teen Vogue magazine, as a writer. It had always been my dream job, ever since I could remember, as my aunt had worked for Vogue and recommended me. I certainly wasn't high up, I just did small articles here and there, usually red carpet interviews and such, but the job paid the bills and I loved working there.

I walked into my office and got to work proofing and looking at other articles as well. My boss, Emily walked in, as I was practically her assistant, and began to run through the agenda for the day.

"I have a very important interview today with some singer, so I need to you to see his every desire is met. If you do well I might consider that piece you wrote about patterned denim, if- and only if- you don't mess up today. Got it?" I nodded. "Good. He'll be here within a half hour. Just get whatever he wants and keep him and his management happy, alright? Ill be down for the interview in about an hour."

"Sounds great Emily. I won't let you down."

"I hope not," she said grabbing a coffee and heading back go her office. I straightened up and finished my coffee, heading down to the lobby to entertain whichever celebrity Emily was chatting with this time. Taking the elevator I went to the lobby to chat with Ashley until the mystery man showed up.

Ashley and I were in the middle of a deep conversation about a sale going on at Nordstrom, when someone tapped me on the shoulder, "Juliet?" I twirled around to see a familiar scruffy haired ginger man, who pulled me into a hug. I hugged back, confused.

"Hi Ed! Why are you here?" I asked, a bit surprised to see him.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm here for an interview."

"Oh I guess I never really did tell you what I do for a living, did I? Well I think I'm supposed to meet your every whim for the next hour. I'm the assistant of the woman interviewing you." He nodded. I showed him over to a waiting room filled with comfy lounge chairs, snacks, and electronics. He followed me over and plopped down on a couch and I sat next to him. He took that opportunity to put his feet up in the coffee table and drape his arm around my shoulders. "So why Teen Vogue?" I asked, wondering why he would choose to interview somewhere so focused on fashion when Ed wasn't exactly a fashion icon.

"I don't exactly choose where to interview, but I've gotta get my name out there somehow. It's more my manager's choice," he said, gesturing to a man who has walking through the door, his brows furrowed at me. "Stu, this is Juliet. She's a pal of mine. Jules this is Stuart." He shook my hand and nodded. I stood up, taking on a more professional stature, and Ed looked at me confused.

"Well now that we've all met, can I get you gentlemen anything?" I asked, giving Ed a once-over. He was clad in some khaki cutoffs, like the day before and a gray t-shirt that had the Fender logo on it. He was wearing the same Nikes as yesterday.

He reached across the table and grabbed a water bottle,"No this is fine thanks. Don't worry I won't make you work, you just gotta have a conversation with boring old me. Is that alright?" I nodded and he patted the space next to him on the couch, gesturing for me to sit down. I sat next to him and we began chatting, whist Stuart sat there on his phone making calls.

"So are you well rested this morning?" Ed asked me. I raised my eyebrows. "You fell asleep on me last night," he clarified.

"Oh I'm sorry about that! Is that how I got to my room?"

He nodded, "Yeah I carried you in there and then got a cab home, I hope that was okay..."

"Of course. Last night was fun though," I grinned at him.

He smiled back, "Yeah it was! I wish we could hang out again, but unfortunately I leave town tonight, I' playing a gig in Portland tomorrow."

I sighed, "Well next time your in LA, hit me up alright? You can even crash at mine if you need a place to stay. And if your rockstar life gets too boring you can even call me."

He chuckled, "Of course I'll call you Jules! And next time I come to town you'll be the first person I see!" Before we could finish making future plans, Emily stepped in the room, and I stood to leave. "

Good morning Mr. Sheeran , my name is Emily Canterbury," she said reaching out for his hand. He shook it and then grabbed my arm, pulling me into a hug.

He kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, "You got my word Jules. Keep in touch, right?" I nodded. I turned back around to see Emily giving me an appalled look.

I whispered to her, "It's a European thing," and she nodded, as he smile started to resurface.

I went back up to my office, getting to work on proofing some articles, and about an hour or so later, Emily strolled into my office, "Well Mr. Sheeran seemed pretty fond of you... " I looked down at my desk, embarrassed. "Which is why.... Your article will be in print in this month'a issue."

"Seriously? Oh my God! Emily I can't thank you enough! "

She smirked and started to walk out of the room, "And Juliet?" "Yes?" I asked. "Your not too bad of an assistant. " I sat back in my desk, grinning, as Emily wasn't usually one to send praised way. Today wasn't so bad.