Wake Me Up(an Ed Sheeran fan fiction)

Chapter Sixteen

I stirred. My eyes flickered open and I saw the room was extremely bright from the sun outside.

I squinted and started to roll over. Then I realized there was someone else in the bed. I flinched. "Who-" I looked over my shoulder and faced a sleeping ginger guy.

Ed's skull was resting heavily against the pillow. His lips were slightly parted. He looked so peaceful. I smiled and completely rolled over and faced him. Then I gently kissed his nose. Ed stirred.

"All right?" He muttered, still half asleep. I giggled.

"I'm very well. And how are you?" I whispered back. Ed muttered something. His eyes were still closed. "I said how are you?" I repeated.

"I'm a... Not at all..." Ed mumbled. Then he wrapped his arms around me and buried his unshaven face into my neck. I shivered as the tiny bristled tickled my skin.

"Wake up, Ed!" I said with a giggle. He grunted. "Ed!" I scolded, trying to push his away. His arms tightened around me. "Ed, we have to get out of bed!"

"I'd rather sleep..." He mumbled. I made a grumpy face and playfully headbutted his jaw. "Ouch!" He said, letting go of me. I felt proud and crawled out of bed.

My hair was a mess. It was extremely ruffled. "Fuck." I said, leaving the room and forgetting my glasses in the process. I blindly went into the bathroom and brushed my hair until it was straighter and less poofy. Then I went back to my room.

Mr. Sheeran was snoring softly. I giggled. "Why, 'ello ol' chap!" I said, with my best British accent. Ed stirred again. He pulled his arm out from under the blanket and gave me the finger. I widened my eyes. "Ed!" I said, a little shocked. His eyes flashed open.

"Oh my... I'm so sorry!" He said, starting to sit up and putting his arm down. "I didn't realize that was you Reggie!" I just stared at him. He was shirtless and it was really attractive. When did he take off his shirt?

"Reggie? Are you awake yet?" David's voice came from down the hall. "Reggie, I-" I whipped my head to face him. He was standing in the middle of the hallway right at the beginning. "Oh. Top o' the morning' to ya." David said, his Irish accent thicker than ever.

"Why're you here so early?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"I was opening up. Its like almost 10 now." He explained. "And uh... There's some guy down by the door, asking for you." I looked back at Ed. David walked up to me and looked into the room. "Oh. Hi Ed." He said.

"Hey." Ed replied with a wave. He reached over and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, then tossed mine at me, which I missed because I'm blind. David bent down and picked them up.

"Uh... Here." He said, handing them to me. Then he looked at Ed again, then back at me. I put them on. "Wait... Did you two...?" David pointed at Ed, then at me. A curious look crossed his face.

"No. Of course not." Ed replied. David sighed.

"Even if we did," I added, "why would we tell you?" David shrugged.

"I was just askin'!" He muttered, walking away. "Anyways, that guy is downstairs. You'd best go." He said as he disappeared. I looked back at Ed.

"Best take a look see to who that is." I said. I motioned Ed out of my room. He gave me a puzzled look. I rolled my eyes. "It could be Michael. Plus, I need to put proper clothes on." Ed crawled out of bed, rolling his eyes, and walked out the door.

"I don't see why, because I love that." Ed said, gesturing to my pajamas. I went into my room and slowly shut the door.

"I need to look better!" I said loudly. The door clicked shut and I heard Ed start walking away. As I pulled my shirt off, there was a knock at the door. "What?" I said.

"I left my shirt in there..." Ed replied. I looked around the room and saw his black shirt almost hiding under my bed. I picked it up and hid behind the door as I opened it.

"Here." I said, sticking the shirt out the door. "Don't lose it again." I was trying to be jokey but Ed made no reply when he took the shirt. So I shut the door and continued getting dressed.

I eventually picked out something nice. That was a pink T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Then I pulled on clean socks and walked out of the room. I brushed my teeth and did other bathroom related stuff, then I went downstairs.

As I approached the door to the pub, I heard Ed speaking. "Its nice to meet you. I'm Ed. Reggie's friend." He said. David scoffed.

"Friend? Please. You're not friends. Even if you tried to be." He said. Another voice chuckled. Someone bumped the door.

"Mind your own business, Dave." Ed said, rather rudely. Everyone got silent. No one ever calls him Dave. I better stop them before a fight starts. I opened the door, quickly, causing Ed to stumble backwards. I half caught him and helped him to stand up.

"Be more careful, Edward." I said, winking. Ed blushed. I looked over at David.

"Now, what was that about us not being friends?" I asked. David looked away.

"I was just... You know... Pullin' his leg..." He sounded embarrassed. A cough sounded from the other side of Ed. I glanced over.

A blonde guy, taller than Ed, but shorter than David, stood there with a half smile on his face. I studied him for a moment. Hair flipped sideways... Dark eyes... Stubble beard... He is familiar...

"Hi. And you are?" I said. The guy gave me a weird smile.

"You really don't remember me, miss?" He asked. That accent... Holy shit!

"Felix!"

Hey guys! That was chapter sixteen! Do you think David is right about Ed and Reggie not being just friends? And what about Felix? How did he get there? Anyways, vote, comment, and follow if you want!
-Liz