Fall- An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction

Chapter 10

Ed

Take me somewhere.

Sirens sound, and the red lights flash through the window.

What the hell do you think you’re doing?

I throw my hand over my eyes, groaning. My head pounds in time to the wailing.

I’m so sorry.

I sit up. My head spins from the sudden movement, and I clutch my sheets in an attempt to stop it. The sirens fade off into the distance. I check my phone. I find it’s roughly four in the morning, and that there’s several missed calls and messages. I dial voice mail.

“Ed, where are you, mate? I saw Rachel leave but I can’t find you. Text me when you get this.”

Beep.

“Ed, I swear to God if you’re drunk and passed out somewhere I’m going to kill you. Especially if the paps get wind of this.”

Beep.

“Ed, I’m getting worried. Call me, please.”

I moan and send Stuart a text.

Drunk and passed out, but at home. I’m fine.

I lay back down, trying to remember what happened. It comes slowly at first, bits and pieces. I was with Rachel…

“Bloody hell!”

I can’t believe that happened. I can’t believe I let that happen! I’m such an idiot. And now Sam knows… God, Rachel’s gonna hate me when she comes to her senses. This is going to be so awkward.

I angrily pull at my hair. Why do I always have to fuck things up? I fell in love with a girl I can’t have, which was stupid enough, but now I’ve probably ruined any chances I had with her.

I unlock my home and hover my thumb over her name. Taking a deep breath, I press down. It rings, and rings, and rings…. And eventually goes to voicemail. I try not to let this bother me. It is 4am, after all, and she should be asleep.

“It’s Rachel. I can’t get to the phone right now, but I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible. You know what to do.” I feel a pain in my chest at the sound of her voice.

“Hey. It’s me. We need to talk. Just… Call me back.” I press end and flop back down on my bed. All that’s left to do now is try to sleep off this hangover.

***

I awaken to the buzzing of my phone. I reach over and accept the call, bringing it to my ear.

“Hello?” I say, groggily.

“I got your message.” My pulse quickens.

“Rachel.” I rub my eyes, standing up and pacing.

“Yeah.” She says softly. I hear her sigh and there’s a rustling noise on the other end, like shes getting up as well. “So, I was thinking we could meet at that cafe by my hotel again, cause I don’t know about you, but I need caffeine.”

I laugh. “Alright.”

“Could you get there in, say, twenty minutes? I need to get out before Sam wakes up.”

I swallow. “Yeah, sure.”

We say our goodbyes, and I hurry to take a shower and get dressed. My mind is racing. I don’t know what I’m going to say to her. “Yeah, sorry about buying you drinks and trying to kiss you. I hope we can still be friends,” doesn’t sound so good.

I guess I’m just going to have to wing it, because as I approach the cafe I’m still at a loss for words. Thankfully she isn’t there yet, so I order myself some coffee and get her a chai. I pay for it, it’s the least I can do.