Dream (Ed Sheeran fan fiction)

Chapter 2 - let it out.

"Emily! Emily!" Was the first thing I heard as I rolled over to the other side of the bed. The sun was just coming out, and its light was starting to fill my room. I glanced at the clock above the door head, which read a that it was a sharp 7:00 AM in the morning. It ha been ages since I'd woken up this early in the morning. Whatever my mother was calling me for better be good otherwise she would never hear the end of this.

"Emily Hawthorne. You better come down here right now." My mother ordered in her most stern voice. Sighing, I got off the bed, wore the first pair of flip flops I could see in my room, and started descending down the stairs, where my mother was waiting for me, with the phone in her hand.

Her wondrous ability to wake up so early after he left still amazed me. I had thought, that after the divorce, my mother would never be the same. But she had. After four years, she had changed herself into somebody else as much as she could. Someone who was not at all like who she used to be before the divorce. But also not somebody who she was right after, a mess of tears and memories of my father. The man who I'd once swored to myself I loved the most.

*flashback*

"Come here, fairy princess!" My father laughed and called out to me. We were in the garden, and it was my eight birthday, and I had stubbornly ordered my parents to throw me a princess party, and nothing else. My mother was inside, cleaning up the mess me and my friends had made, while outside my father played with me. He had been going on about the various types of 'vegetable gardening' he was doing, and finally the plants had begun to grow. I reached him, and had to literally bend my neck backward as far as I could, him being so tall to me.

"What is it, daddy?" I asked him, curious to know.

Won't my little fairly share her magical voice with my other babies?" He requested. He was the only one, who then saw what I could do with my voice. The only one who'd recognised it, even when I was at such a tender age. My mother never bothered, for her my voice was the same as all little girlies my age had, but my father, my father was the one who was always able to see the true me. I took a deep breathe as he lifted me up, held me in his hands, listening to my voice, as it tried to entertain him and his other babies. The sun was beginning to set, and my mother came out and stood next to us, her head resting on my father's shoulder, listening to me as we saw the sun go down on one of the most perfect family moments I'd had.

*flashback ends*

I'd reached the end of the stairs by now, my eyes filling up with tears I tried to fight back, like I always did when I remembered my father.

My mother kept a hand on the phone, and said "there's a phone call for you from heavensworth studios."

Heavensworth studios. Hmm. Where had I heard that name before? Then realisation dawned. I'd consulted these people before, had auditioned in front of them for they needed a suitable voice to do voice overs for their various animated characters. I snatched the phone from her and greeted the person on the other end with a cheerful "hello!"

I heard a lady repeat my greeting, even more cheerful that I was. "Hello! I'm Effie. Effie Snow. Head of communications here at heavensworth studios. Is this Emily Hawthorne I'm speaking to?"

I replied calmly. Easy, I said to myself. "Yes. "

"I take it as you auditioned for the voice over for one of our upcoming cartoons female lead?" She asked.

"Um, yes. I did. Why? Is there any problem, miss Snow?" I asked her.

She laughed. "No no, no problems. And please, call me Effie. In fact I'm calling for a very great news. Not only were you selected for the voice over, but we have something else in mind too. We also asked to you to sing, yes?"

"Uh huh. " I replied, not knowing where this conversation was leading onto.

"Well," Effie replied"we've decided to launch you. " she said.

"Wait, what?!" I asked, in disbelief.

"Yes. We've launched a great deal of singers who're all too successful, and we decided you too have the same ability and of course, your voice is absolutely marvellous. So yes. We're offering you a deal. But we'd like to discuss everything with you in depth. Do you think you'll be able to come to our Manhattan office say around eleven thirty?"

I couldn't breathe. It was as if the whole oxygen in there had been sucked out. This. Can't. Be. I thought to myself. My. Dream. It was coming true. In a matter of five minutes, my whole world had changed.

I could feel my mother's stare at me, trying to understand what was going on.

"Yes of course" I replied.

"Great! See you then" she said.

I hung up, still in a daze. Unbelievable. That's what the phone call was. I turned to my mother, who was still waiting for it. "They... They want to launch me. "

"Launch you?" My mother asked. She clearly had no idea to the terms used in the music industry.

"Launch me. As a singer. They want to make me a worldwide face, mum. They want to make me a famous singer. That's what it means. They're going to launch me" I said. My eyes were filling up with tears, and I knew exactly why.

"Honey! Oh my gosh that's such wonderful news! Finally! Your big break!" She exclaimed, too happy and unable to control her excitement. She pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged her back.

"Oh honey I'm so happy for you," she said, eyes filling up with tears. Not of sorrow, which I was feeling, but of joy and happiness for me.

"I know. I just.... I need to be alone for a whole. Can I please go to my room?" I asked her.

"Of course, dear." She replied, clearly overlooking my tone.

I ran up the stairs, tears escaping me now, uncontrollable. I went inside and shut the door behind me, and that's when I lost it. I slid down to the floor, crying. This was my special moment. My dream had come true. I should've been happy. I should've been happy triple times my mother was. But there was something eating me inside that had finally come out.

That man. That special person. The man who had showed me this dream, who had believed in me, who had faith in me, who had enrolled me into signing classes, who asked me to sing for him every time he was in a different mood.

My father. How could I possible enjoy this moment without him? How? He was the only person I'd always loved thoroughly, from the bottom of my heart. Not even my own mother. And he wasn't he here. The man who mattered most wasn't in my life. My father. I wanted him to be with me, share this unique and special moment, laugh and cry with me for it had been equally his dream as it had been mine. To see his daughter grow up to be a singer. The girl whose voice everybody appreciated and loved the way he did. My father was the only man I thought about, the only man I cared about, the only man upon whom my moods depended. I loved him so much. More than anything else in the whole world. He was perfect. He was everything.

Everything I needed. He was my happy pill. He was my person.

At least, until I met him.

My second man.