Roller Coaster Kind Of Rush: Sweeran Fanfic

The Lucky One (chapter 13)

"Hello," Ed walked into my room. I remembered that he was my boyfriend and smiled.

"Hi!" I yawned.

"How are you, love?"

"Tired! You woke me up," I hit his shoulder playfully.

He chuckled, "Sorry. Hey, come with me!" he took my hand and dragged me out of bed. I followed, tired.

"Ed! It's too early for surprises," I laughed as he kept hold of my wrist.

"Here," he led me to the kitchen table, which was beautifully set. Breakfast was on the table, too.

"Oh my god, Ed," I hugged and kissed him.

"I wanted to repay you for everything. You know the RED Tour, helping me get through the breakup, letting me stay with you, and you know...letting me be your boyfriend." Ed blushed and took my hand.

"You didn't have to,"

"I wanted to."

I sighed happily and got out my phone. I quickly read some of my interactions on twitter and smiled at my fans. They were amazing.

"What're you reading?" Ed said as he ate some of his eggs.

"My twitter interactions... They're all wondering about that tweet."

"Are you going to tweet another one today?"

"Yeah. I think I'll tweet something from 'Ours.' If they don't get that then I don't know what hint they will get."

Ed chuckled and continued to eat.

'It's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong.' I tweeted. I put away my phone and started eating.

"These eggs are really good!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks,"

We were done eating and I got dressed in a rose-printed dress. Ed got into a t-shirt and jeans, as always.

"You look fantastic," he spun me around and pulled me in like we were professional slow dancers.

"Thank you," I said as my dress twirled around my knees.

"You always look perfect."

"No I do not!" my cheeks burned red and I grinned at him.

"Yes you do. Why don't you think so?" he swayed me some more and his hands were firm around mine. I loved them.

"I just don't think I'm perfect..."

"Alright," he grabbed his wallet and phone from the table and put them in his pocket. "But you are to me,"

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"Really? I'm lucky to have you. All you have is an awkward ginger,"

I blushed. "That's why I love you... Plus all you have is an uncoordinated, blonde psychopath."

He grinned at me, "Maybe that's my type."

"You have a type?"

"No... But don't you? You know, tall, dark, beautiful. I'm short, ginger, and ugly," he laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Shut up, Ed! I do not have a type. And you are not ugly! I love you and that's all that matters." I put my arms around his neck and put my head on his shoulder. I felt protected from everything bad in his arms. Nothing could hurt me.

"So wanna walk around Nashville?" I grabbed my small bag and he nodded.

"Let's not hold hands or anything. 'Cause then the paparazzi would have a field day."