Love in the Skye (Ed Sheeran fanfic) [Part 2]

Chapter 1

Ed's POV: 

I kicked Cyril in anger, causing a massive hole to be smashed through the body of the guitar. I was such an idiot. I can't believe I just left her like that.. I love her and she probably hated me right now. I went into the venue, 6 hours early and went straight to the bar, "Something strong". The waiter passed me the drink I'd never even seen and I downed it in one. "Another", I demanded. "Or not, Ed come here", Stuart said. I didn't realise he'd be here.

I scowled, collapsing down on the sofa with my head in my hands. "Where's Skye?", he said quietly, automatically knowing why I was angry. "I just left her. I just walked out. Why did I even fucking do that!", Stuart raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking. "You still love her, but you can't get wasted or be sad, first night of the UK tour tonight, it has to be good.. but why did you walk out Ed?". I shook my head, "the girl who hurt Skye, she was talking to me, she knew where I was, HOW DOES SHE KEEP FUCKING FINDING US!". Stuart sighed, "I'm trying to sort it Ed, it's not easy, she's a bit of a weirdo". I ran my hands through my hair, trying to stay calm, "I told Skye I loved her, let her go to sleep, shoved a clean pair of clothes in my guitar case, left her a note and just, walked out". Stuart shuffled in his seat, "What did it say? The note?". I bit my lip, knowing every time I thought about it, it sounded worse then it probably was.

"I'll be back in 5". Stuart closed his eyes and sighed. "..and what if she's waiting for that moment to arrive forever". I hadn't thought of it like that, she could be still waiting for me to walk in right now. "Just, let me sleep Stu". He nodded and left, I felt so bad. I walked out on stage and sang my normal setlist. The crowd seemed to like it. But when I sang Gold Rush, a few noticed the slight difference to the song, causing me to slightly tear up..

'I left note, said "I'd be back in 5", what if she's still waiting for that moment to arrive?'

..I walked off stage after the show and looked about for Stuart, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, he must have already left. I had no where to stay so I just curled up on the venue's sofa, for the second time that day and fell asleep, dreaming.

No, more like nightmares.