Again.. - Ed Sheeran-

Managment

"Ed! Slow down!" I said between laughs. He was dragging me by my hands to some place he wanted to take me. "Where are we going anyway?"

"That's for you to find out!" Ed laughed. We were in London, this is the second time we have come here. It was chilly because it was mid October. Almost my birthday. 

We kept walking at a fast pace until Ed drug me to an alley way.

"Ed wha-" "Shhhh.." Immediately, I shut my mouth. We started walking slower into the black hallows of the alley. Trash and cans were everywhere.

Ed opened the door to my right and went in, dropping my hand. 

"Come on." I was still outside of the big door. To admit it, I was scared. Edward took my hand and entwined our fingers.

"Ed, I'm scared." "Don't be, this isn't a scary place." He laughed.

The walls were beige in color and wood flooring covered the floor. Fake green plants were sitting to the left side. Brown wooden door were on every side, with business signs on the panels indicating who was inside.

"What is this place?" 

"Welcome to the managements London palace. I know it looked a bit scary from the outside, but it's a really fancy place. We need to discuss something with the bosses."

"Okay..." I trailed. I honestly trust Ed, but my instincts tell me different. 

Ed went through another door and it. was. huge. A big chandelier was at the ceiling and two stairway cases were on the left and right. This is amazing.

"Over here." Ed and I walked under the right staircase and into an elevator. Ed waved to some people and we got inside the glass elevator doors.

"See, fancy huh?" He said in his best American accent. I laughed.

"Yes sir, it twas." I said in a british accent. 

Ed dropped my hand and pushed the buttons on the elevator, saying we were going to the top floor. "Why the top?"

"That's where the best of the best people are located." Winking, Ed faced the opening doors and stepping out.

As I followed him, I could see the whole view of London, because the windows were all glass, everything was glass except the floors, which was wooden and the ceiling, which was marble. 

All the way at the end of the hall was an office. 

"Hello Ed." A brunette women said at the small desk. Ed put up a hand, waving to her.

"Maybe this is why people don't dress you a bit nicer. They WANT you to look like a slob." I laughed.

"Hey, at least I waved!!" He defended, putting his hands in the air as a surrender.

As we got closer to the door, I got more nervous.

What exactly does Ed want to talk to management about.....