Love in the Skye (Ed Sheeran fanfic)

Chapter 1

Skye's POV:

I laid back on my bed, looking around my room. He looked down at me from every wall, his blue eyes and ginger hair stood out from the dull, cream paint on my wall, like a sore thumb. Yes, my whole room was covered with posters, of course I was not privileged enough to have the actual Ed Sheeran in my room. I laugh to myself as I jump up off my bed and grab my guitar and put it in its case, slinging it over my shoulder. I was 19, living alone, and hadn't even had a proper boyfriend yet. I shrugged as I slipped the ticket safely into my guitar case and walked out my flat, locking the front door. The gig didn't start for another 6 hours, but I couldn't stay in that stuffy flat any longer.

I walked round the corner and got to the train station, luckily the train had just pulled in, I got on, not bothering to buy a ticket and took a seat, being selfish and using another for my guitar, even though it was fairly busy. I pushed my headphones into my ears and put 'The City' on full blast. The train finally stopped at its last stop so I snapped back into the real world. That journey felt like 5 minutes, compared to the normal hour and a half on the bus. I found my way easily to the venue as I'd been there a few times. I looked around for some fans to talk to, there was no one here. I took a look at my watch, 4:14pm, still just under 5 hours till the gig starts. I scowl, being the inpatient person I am. I took a seat down on a bench, just a few yards down the road from the venue and took out my guitar, tuning it up. I started strumming the introduction to The A Team. I'd never had a guitar lesson, I'd taught myself everything I know, I only did it because I was inspired by Ed. I finished singing The A Team, and looked around, now glad no one was here, so I started remaking Ed's cover of 'Wonderwall'.

"Your gunna be the one that saved me.." I heard someone softly singing behind me, harmonising over my voice, it fitted perfectly, and their voice was just to die for, but I carried on, ignoring them, but they continued to sing, I wanted to finish the song, so I did. At the end of the song I spun around and he was there, just standing there, smiling, I just sat there, staring, shocked.

"You're a good singer!" he grinned, ruffling his ginger hair.