Taste That Your Lips Allow ~ Ed Sheeran Fanfic

Chapter 31: Lovers Tiff

AN
I am so so so sorry for not updating sooner, I really am. But please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. Just so you know Mia and Miranda are the same person but she’s just being sneaky about her name J
Lots of love,
Emily

Xxx

Ed's POV

I left the bedroom with Albert, the man showing us around the apartment, and headed to the office. As we walked through the open plan living room, dining room and kitchen, I couldn’t help the smile left from Annie and Is kiss fade and with each step I felt the guilt flooding through me. I felt my heart rate quicken and my stomach began to twist itself nervously into knots and the thought of what had happened at the restaurant.

It took me a good 30 seconds to realise that Albert was sitting down at the desk and was waiting impatiently for me to sit down. Smiling at him embarrassed, I drew up a chair opposite him across the big mahogany desk. I noticed that everything about this man had its place, from the parting of his balding grey hair, to the three fountain pens clipped to his breast pocket (Which even had his name engraved on them) Never had two such opposite men sat so close to each other.

I blinked hard and tried to concentrate on the long flow of words coming from his mouth but only could make out the occasional number or figure. Instead I found myself staring at the crisp black suit the man was wearing and memories of Miranda kept coming to my mind, but each time it strayed from the truth so much that I was beginning to not be able to remember what really happened but instead picture the twisted, warped view instead.

“… So if all those terms meet your approval Mr Sheeran, please sign here and the money will be taken from your account by Monday” I stared down at the contract in front of me, the thick wad of pages had numbered terms on them. I began to read them but found that my mind switched off before I had even read number four.

Annie’s POV

Rather flustered I lay on the bed for a little while longer, listening to the footsteps growing fainter and fainter. I rose from the bed and fixed my top and skirt, before beginning to nervously pace the room, rocking slightly on the plastic boot my foot was in. How could I ask Ed about Mia? It’s not that I didn’t believe what he told me about what happened at the party its just I couldn’t help but let her threats wash over me. “I always get what I want” I mumbled to myself, repeating the words she had said to me.

I carried on walking into the living room, repeating the words over and over, letting my hand trail across the dark leather sofa, feeling the cool material against my hand. I climbed the step into the dining room and walked around the mahogany six seated table. There were book shelves built into the room and a chaise longue in the further part next to it. Modern pieces of artwork hung on the walls and I tried to understand how the few splashes of paint had sold for such a large amount of money.

I turned around to walk back into the living room when I saw that part of the wall was bare above the room divider, apart from a single plaque on the wall. It said “Ed Sheeran – Voted best up and coming artist” I smiled at that as I left the room. I could imagine how the wall would look with more awards and plaques, perhaps even a BRIT award on the shelves. A great sense of pride filled me and seemed to warm me up.

Just then I heard the door of the office open and close and the voices of the two men came into hearing distance. “It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr Sheeran” Said the man; I read the name Albert of his polished name tag. I waved to him as he stepped into the private elevator and disappeared.

The second the elevator doors closed Ed ran over to me, grabbed me by my waist and spun me around the room. My legs flying behind me I could help but laugh as the room spun. Dazed, Ed set me down and pushed a button on the wall electronic pad and a Latin song came on. I raised an eyebrow as Ed tried to change the channel but soon gave up and, grabbing a flower from the vase, strutted over to me the flower between his teeth. Laughing so hard my sides began to hurt; Ed and I managed to shape together a tango of some sort and minutes later, collapsed onto the sofa breathless.

As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I saw that Ed's smile dropped and was replaced by a look of worry. But as he caught my eye he tried to get up. Grabbing his hand I pulled him back down and forced him to look me in the eye “What’s wrong?” I asked, my worries building up inside me. “Nothing” He said trying to get up. “Edward Christopher Sheeran” I said “Tell me what’s wrong. Is it… is it Mia?” I asked my voice shaking slightly. “Mia?” He said, his brow knitting together “Who is Mia?” Relief flooded through me and a smile spread across my face. I held eye contact with him, searching his eyes for what was wrong but after a moment he looked away and got up saying it was late and I should be heading home.

Ed's POV

I walked over to her phone to text her dad to come and collect her when my phone started ringing. I turned to see Annie holding the phone, a pained expression on her face. Confused I stared at the phone where next to the caller ID was a picture of Miranda. “But you said… You said you didn’t know her” She said, snatching her phone out of my hand and grabbing her coat and crutches. “Annie wait!” I called after her as she stormed over to the lift. She just shook her head and held up a hand at me, so much pain in her face. “Please Ed… just… just let me go. I’ll call you in the morning.” The lift disappeared and I got a text through on my phone. I stared at the message, my heart hammering hard against my chest as I re read the words “Lovers tiff? Did I say my name was Miranda, aw handsome, silly me ey?”