My Best Friend Ed

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( Hey y'all, this is my first fanfic, and my first chapter.  I really hope y'all like it.  My editor is official_fangirl_17 -check out her fanfic if u want, too!- and this is my first time writing.  Wish  me luck, and hope you enjoy!)

Chapter 1: Lexi's POV

"All I want, is the taste that your lips allow. My my, my my my, oh give me love." Hi, I'm Lexi, and I'm a fangirl. Ed Sheeran isn't just any person, and Give Me Love isn't just any song. My favorite song is actually Drunk, but that is beside the point. I can't even begin to explain how much I love Ed Sheeran. He is literally my savior. Drunk is the reason I'm still here today. Ugh, I keep going off on tangents. So, to give you some background, I'm your typical average teen. (haha reference!) It all started when I was in 8th grade, depressed, and ready to die. One thing changed my life.

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Ed's POV

Ah Taylor. She’s one of my best friends. Too bad she does't see me as more than a friend. I just really don't know what it will take to get her to take a hint! You'd think for someone who is beautiful and often single, she'd know what a hint is! For godsake, I sang Kiss Me to her! How could you not take a hint like that? Now, I've resorted to hiding my feelings from her in my songs. For example, Give Me Love is about her too, "My my, my my, my, oh give me love."

"ED, I NEED HELP WRITING A SONG!" I love writing songs with Taylor.  The way she gets lost in the music, the way her eyes sparkle when she comes up with a winner lyric, and don’t forget the way she gets so overprotective over her writing journal.  That purple book means the world to her. And not to mention, she looks so dang pretty hopelessly staring at a piano; those big, blue eyes, long tan legs, hair up in a ponytail, owl pajamas, and glasses. This is the Taylor I wish the media could see. She calls me crying almost every other night because some magazine said this or some “fan” tweeted her that. She is so much better than the media makes her out to be and she is extremely talented. The new song Taylor is writing is dedicated to the media. She finally listened to my idea.  I know that it helps me to hide feelings in songs, maybe it’ll work for her. Hopefully, they'll take a hint better than she can. She wants the media to realize what they are doing to her. I'm hoping that it'll work, because I’m afraid to find out what it will do to her if it keeps on this path.

Have you noticed that I say hope a lot? That's because I'm a hopeful person. I hope that Taylor will feel the way I feel. I hope I'll get my own headlining tour like Taylor. I hope that the media won't f*** with my Taylor. I also say Taylor a lot. She is the center of my universe. 'No Ed, you can't always be thinking about her. You know she doesn't love you. Buy yourself a rubber band, and whenever you think about her, slap your wrist.’ Well, I've got to go write, because if not, the Swifties will be mad and won’t finish her song.  Here’s the thing about Taylor, when she starts writing, she won’t stop until it’s done.  I am the only one she’ll let in sometimes.  No eating, no sleeping, and no contact with other people.  And I hate seeing her that way because she needs to be healthy.  I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she eats and sleeps.  As I said before, she’s my everything.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 21, 2013 ⏰

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