Love in the Skye (Ed Sheeran fanfic)

Chapter 69

Skye's POV:

I woke up with a slight pain in my back. I was also so tired, probably from jet lag. "How hard did I hit that door last night?", I whispered softly into Ed's ear. "Hmm, mm? Oh. Oh.. Um..", he stuttered, making me smirk, "..sorry, if I hurt you, I was.. just, excited and, wasn't really.. uh.. thinking straight.. I.. enjoyed it", he finally managed to say. I laughed, kissing the tip of his nose. "I enjoyed it too, don't worry". This time Ed laughed, pulling me close so my naked body was pressed to his. "I know you enjoyed it, I could tell last night..", Ed said softly, making me embarrassed, and making him laugh even more. "I love you Skye!", he grinned, playing with my hair. "I love you too Ed", I giggled before he kissed my cheek,

"Breakfast?". I nodded and he rolled out of bed and into the kitchen, "Stay there! It's breakfast in bed!", he called out, making me smile. "Thanks Ed!". I grabbed my phone and opened twitter I had gained around 54,000 followers since I last check a few months back, literally for being Ed's girlfriend. My mentions were filled with lovely comments and an odd, "Say Hi to Ed for me!" or, "Get Ed to follow me!". But there was this one girl who kept sending me horrid tweets. I opened her profile and she was apparently "Ed's biggest fan". I pulled open her picture and frown at it, trying to think where I'd seen her face before.

Ed walked in with the breakfast so I showed it to him, "Do you know this girl?". He grabbed the phone from my hand and looked at it closer, "No. No, no I don't. Lets just eat? Breakfast, yeah..". He sat down next to me then I released who it was. "It's that fan! Ed why didn't you say!", I said, making him have an instant guilty look on his face. He shrugged, "I didn't want you to worry. What's she been saying?". I just shook my head, "Nothing much. It's fine, just fine..". He looked uncertain but I just shrugged and ate my breakfast. I didn't want to lie to him but he worries about me to much. I wanted Ed to concentrate on his music, not girls who have no interests in life apart from harassing me..

Everything would be fine. We're strong, together.