Fall- An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction

Chapter 5

Rachel

“What?” I whisper, numb. It was not in my future plans to spend the next year in close quarters with Ed Sheeran. Sam squeals in delight.

“We just closed the deal yesterday! I kept it a secret because I wanted you to be surprised. Isn’t this great? You get to go on tour!” She giggles, grabbing my hands.

I only let my look of utter dismay show for a second before I smile widely at her. “That’s wonderful, Sam!” You could be an actress as well, I think sarcastically.

“We’re having a meeting with Ed and his manager, Stuart, tomorrow at noon to hash out some of the details. Isn’t it exciting?” I nod, picking and the hem of my skirt. “What a great way to promote your album.”

“Yeah.” I keep my eyes down, distracted. What am I going to do? I knew I was going to have to see him around sometimes, but every day? That’s just going to be painfully awkward.

“Sam?” I ask, turning towards her.

“Yeah?”

“When’s the next interview?”

“We’re heading there now. You’re fully booked until dinner.”

I bite my lip, annoyed. I guess I’ll just have to wait until seven. If he even calls.

***

After two more interviews of people asking me the same basic questions, I’m finally done. Sam and I are in the car heading back to the hotel and I’m checking my phone every two seconds. Right now it’s only six forty five, but I keep looking back down, expecting the time to be different.

I’m anxious to meet up with him. Mainly because I need to talk to him about me joining him on tour, and partly because I just want to see him. I hate myself for it, but it’s true.

“Rachel? What the hell are you doing?”

“Huh?” I look up from my daze.

I see Sam staring at me, confused. “Are you having fun there?” she asks, motioning to my almost constant clicking of the lock button.

“I’m just bored,” I mumble. It’s a lame excuse and we both know it.

“Whatever you say. We’re almost to the hotel, so try to keep yourself occupied until then.”

I roll my eyes, returning my gaze to my phone.

***

I sit on my bed, staring at the alarm clock on the night stand. It’s seven. Why hasn’t he called?

I get up and walk to the window. I look at the city lights below me, pressing my forehead to the glass. You did say after seven. I look back at the clock. 7:01, it reads. “Anytime, now,” I say to myself.

Almost as if he heard me, my phone starts buzzing. I run to my bed and grab it, hitting the accept button.

“Hello?” I say breathlessly.

“Hello, Rachel. It’s Ed.” He sounds hesitant, if not... Nervous? I shake my head of the thought.

“Yeah, I guessed.” I try to sound nonchalant, but I’m afraid I’m failing. I sigh. “Look, I just really need to talk to you.”

“Me, too. That’s why I called. Can you meet me for coffee in ten? It’s down the block from where you’re staying...”

“Yeah, sure,” I rush, not taking the time to ask exactly how he knows that. “I’ll see you then.”