The next few days passed in a sweet whirlwind of kisses from Harry, late night affection, and early mornings in the recording studio. I’d wake up with him early, we’d have breakfast together, and off to the studio he’d go. I spent my days with Spencer, baking and doing other strange crafts to keep us occupied.
It was a Friday morning when Harry and I sat across the table from each other, legs intertwined as we each ate breakfast; he was enjoying cold leftover pizza and I was having oatmeal. Occupied on his phone, he was oblivious to my staring as I soaked him up and tucked him into my memory.
“Did you ever think you’d be this big still six years later?” I asked him, and he slowly lowered his phone, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Ryann, I never thought I’d be this big ever.” Biting into his pizza, he took a moment to think. “But to answer your question, no, I didn’t. When we did our first stadium tour, the whole time management was telling us ‘enjoy it, this is the end.’ They thought for sure no one would be as into us afterwards. They told us we had an expiration date, so we lived it up while we could, and got pretty depressed too. We just waited for everyone to move on to the ‘next big thing,’ and to have to say a formal good bye…but then it didn’t happen. Our fans are the most loyal people on the planet, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m still performing when I’m eighty.” He stood up then and I followed suit, ready to follow him to the door. Before he opened it, he looked at me with a delicious smile. “What’s the plan for tonight, babe?” he asked, putting both hands on my waist.
“You are hanging out with Ed,” I reminded him, “and Spencer and I are going out for the night. Remember?” he rolled his head back and groaned, then looked me in the eye. “I don’t want to hang out with Ed.” he whined, pulling me close. “I’ve hardly seen you all week.” he began leaving kisses on my cheeks and down my neck, grazing my collarbones with his lips. “I want to hold you all night.” each word had a kiss between the next, and I laughed, cupping his face in my hands.
“You’ll survive. I promise you can have me all day tomorrow and Sunday; okay?” he poked out his lip but nodded, and I just rolled my eyes. “Have fun.” I gave him a kiss, “Tell the boys I say hi. You’re staying over tonight, right?”
“I don’t think I ever will return to my own bed unless you’re with me,” he said dramatically, softly kissing my lips at least twenty times over before heading out the door, sauntering coolly to his Escalade. With a huff I stomped into the elevator and ended up in his room, throwing myself onto his bed. Wrapped up in his scent, I fell asleep rocking myself to the sound of his voice on a song he didn’t know I had downloaded.
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“WAKE UP ASSHOLE WE’RE HAVING A SISTER DATE!” She clocked me over the head with a pillow, body slammed me, and ended her show by rolling over and spooning me.
“You’re nuts,” I groaned, blinking to look at the clock on his bedside table. I had slept all day.
“Why are you even down here?” Spencer asked, taking a long inhale. “You like him.”
“No shit, Spence,” I snorted. “What gave it away?”
“I’m just saying. Have you had sex with him yet?”
“Oh, Christ on a-”
“So, no? I tried to pry Ed for an answer but he just got embarrassed and told me it’s none of our business.” She sighed dramatically, pressing her hands to her heart. “He’s such a good person. Now get up! I picked out an outfit for you!” I rolled out of bed, following her up the stairs as she blabbered about where we were going for dinner. “I kinda just want their chocolate cake,” she threw open her closet and nabbed two dressed. Both were dressy enough to get us in anywhere, one was black and one was white. They were both short and strapless, but while the black one looked form-fitting and extremely sexy, the white was made of flowing fabric and was gorgeous. She handed me the white one saying, “you know I spill on myself.” We got ready together, conversation passing easily. She told me how she had a sudden influx in friend requests since the gossip magazines had learned of her engagement. “I will say, that’s the one thing that drives me nuts.” She ran a flat iron over my hair. “Like these people I never even talked to in high school suddenly want to be best friends. They think they’re going to the a-lister hook up. Like, okay, let’s be friends- I’ll rack up your phone bill by calling you from across the ocean, and I’ll send you a card and some twenty dollar gift card for your birthday. I’m not important, my fiancé is. It’s barbaric, Ryann, how greedy people are.”
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FanfictionRyann knew staying in London with her stepsister Spencer would be exciting- after all, how often does someone get to live with Ed Sheeran, Spencer’s doting fiancé? Little did she know that she would become entangled with Ed’s best friend, Harry Styl...