Little broken birds {ed sheeran & One direction fanfiction}

Chapter 14

(Back to Izzy’s POV)

I watched Ed walk off down the corridor, disappearing from sight.

He kissed me, and he wasn’t drunk this time.

Oh don’t be stupid Isabella! He just did it cause he felt sorry for you. Cause he feels guilty.

Sadly, I had a feeling that my mind was right.

Also, I can’t believe I actually mentioned the fanfiction in front of him. Of course it was going to lead to questions.

 Just hopefully he doesn’t go snooping, he may get mentally scarred if he read some of them, and some of them are very dirty.

Some could even be called Porn featuring Ed Sheeran as one of the stars, and I’m not joking.

And I don’t know whether I want him reading any of my own works.

I was about to settle down to get some rest when I hear another knock on the door, and a brunette curly haired lad walks in and hugs me.

“Hello Harry.”

“I’ve missed you so much Izzy, are you okay?” then for the first time he seemed to notice all of the balloons, flowers and chocolates.

“Should I even ask?” he murmurs. “Let me guess, did all of this come from a certain ginger haired friend of mine?” I laughed.

“Yep. For some reason he seems to think that everything was his fault. He seemed so worried and upset.”  Harry looked down at his feet uncomfortably.

“What is it?”

“Well, it kinda was his fault Izzy…”

“No it wasn’t Harry! How can you even say that? All he did was kiss me. It was my fault for being such an idiot and running away like that.” I groaned.

 Harry just sighed, annoyed.

“Look, you’d only just broken up with James. No one can blame you for how you acted. But Ed was drunk. Maybe if he’d been sober then he wouldn’t have done it….” He stopped talking, because I had burst into tears, interrupting him.

“Oh my god Izzy I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned him, I’m so bloody stupid. It’s been almost seven weeks so I didn’t think, but to you it must seem like days have passed since the break-up. I’m gonna shut up now.”

Was he really that clueless? He’d just confirmed what I knew had to be the only explanation. “Just get out” He looked up at me in a mix of shock and confusion. “

WH-what?” he stuttered.

“I said get out Harry!” I screamed at him.

As he walked away sadly, completely oblivious to what he had just said, I started to think.

Why was it such a shock?

I’d known from the beginning that that would be the only reason he’d done it.

Ed Sheeran would never kiss someone like me if he was sober; it had all just been a lapse of judgement because he was drunk.