Little broken birds {ed sheeran & One direction fanfiction}

Chapter 8

20 minutes later, after Harry had told the boys that we were all singing Karaoke because I needed cheering up, we were all stood by the DJ, trying to decide on a song.

“I wanna sing one of our songs!” cried Liam. Zayn rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an idiot, you can’t sing your own song for Karaoke.” “How about, ‘wings’ by littlemix then?” Niall said jokingly. “NO!” Zayn screamed. “I’ve heard Perrie sing that song soooo many times!” Perrie started giggling. I sighed.

“Just put it on shuffle and see what we get then!” I suggested, getting irritated.

that seemed to be the most popular answer we’d had yet so we hooked up my IPod to the DJ system and clicked shuffle.

They’d said to use mine because I had the most music.

It landed on ‘love story’; one of Taylor swift’s older songs. Harry groaned, but the others seemed okay about the choice. After all, it could have been a lot worse.

We all clambered up onto the stage in the corner, where there were 4 microphones. So Niall shared one with me, Liam and Zayn shared one, and much to her delight, Cloe shared with Harry. Meaning that Louis got his own.

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We had a great time.

Half way through the second song Eleanor joined Louis at his mic.

Everything was great, we were all having more and more to drink, and getting happier and happier. Even Cloe was knocking back more and more glasses. Looks like we’ll be calling a cab home.

Suddenly a song came on that I recognised so well. I knew what it was as soon as I heard the first strum of the chord.

It was ‘Kiss me’, one of Ed’s songs.

I loved it so much. Half way through singing it, I realised that the others all went quiet and left me on my own. I looked down at the dance floor to see what the problem was.

I saw Ed climb on stage, take the Microphone that Harry was holding out to him, and join in. He sounded so beautiful.

I’d never had the opportunity to see him live before, and yet here I was, singing a duet with him. As we both sang the final note everyone started clapping.

I hadn’t noticed but we’d gathered quite a crowd.

But I didn’t notice them; I was too busy getting lost in his eyes. In that moment, it seemed like no one else was there, that we were alone in our own little world.

From the way he looked at me, I could tell that he felt it too.

Before I knew what was happening, he stepped closer to me, looked into my eyes, and then pressed his lips softly against my own.

For a moment it was so soft, so gentle. But then it intensified, became far more passionate, more of a need than a desire, and I was kissing him back. And there were fireworks.

NO, a voice in the back of my head said. All of a sudden I found myself breaking off the kiss. I opened my eyes to see a very confused ed. And as I turned round, I also saw a very startled audience.

I couldn’t take it.

I jumped down from the stage and ran outside, not caring whether the paparazzi saw me or not. I wouldn’t let Ed, or Niall, or anyone for that matter, see me cry. I just wouldn’t.

I had just ran, not knowing where I was going. After a few minutes and stopped and looked around to find that I was in the alley round the back of the venue, all alone.

My legs broke out from underneath me and I was on the ground, my arms wrapped around myself. Despite my efforts I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I burst into tears.