Love in the Skye (Ed Sheeran fanfic)

Chapter 13

Skye's POV:

I felt kinda proud that Ed showed the song he wrote about me to everyone, and as usual, everyone loved what he sung, but only I knew the true meaning. He sung a new cover I hadn't heard before, called 'Be My Husband'. I guess you could say that's a weird song for a guy to sing but, it was note perfect anyway.

He walked off stage and came straight over to me, "Was it alright!?" he said, looking overly happy. "It was amazing, as usual!" I grin as he gave me a hug. He smells of sweat, but not in a bad way, I don't exactly know how sweat is ever nice smelling, but Ed can make anything possible. He's Ed Sheeran after all. He walks over to a bar that's backstage, where his manager and a few other people I didn't recognise were sitting down. I follow him and I wonder to myself if Stuart remembers me from last time I came backstage..

"Who's she then Ed!?" someone shouts, punching Ed in the arm, making me forget what I was thinking. Ed laughed and punched the guy back, "Just a mate Jake, get lost". The guy, 'Jake', smirked at Ed and went back to talking to Stuart. "You wanna drink?" Ed asked, rubbing his arm. "Yeah, uh, Beer please", Ed nodded and brought back two beers. People always thought that was a bit weird that I preferred beer over wine or whatever else you can buy nowadays. Apparently girls were meant to like wine and men beer, but who came up with that stupid rule anyway? We both sat down on some sofas and drank our beers. "I got work tomorrow, remember?" I said, as I finished the can and his smile dropped slightly. "Oh yeah.." he mumbled, "I'll call you a cab alright?". I smiled as he called someone on his phone and we both went outside, no one was around which was a surprise, as a gig had just gone on. The taxi pulled up and I looked up at Ed. "Thank you", I said softly and leant up to kiss his cheek. Although I was only 2 years younger then him, I was quite a bit shorter. "I'll see you soon", he says quietly, just so I could hear as I got into the taxi, and he waves until I couldn't see him any longer. I smiled to myself, as a text came through on my phone,

'Miss you already, Ed xxxxx'