He Saved Me (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

Faded To Blackness...

I stood in a large crowd of anxious people awaiting his arrival. Most were chattering, some squealing, hardly controlling their excitement to see him. But I stood alongside my friend, in the front row of the cramped arena, in silence. This moment was intense and surreal for us. The days of sitting in our rooms alone, drowning in the sound of his voice was over. We were about to see him, live in person. As the lights dimmed, and the crowd started to scream in anticipation, my heart started to race rapidly. The stage was dark, but a beam of light soon appeared, and he followed its lead. My mouth hung open, and my whole body froze. It was him. The same burning red hair, the same striking blue eyes, that I had only seen in pictures was standing right in front of me, smiling widely and greeting the crowd.

“Kayla! It’s him! Its really him!” my friend Lizzie squealed as she gripped my arm.

I smiled, held myself back from letting a tear escape, and replied, as I stared at his beauty, “Yes, yes it is.”

“Hello beautiful San Diego, how are we doing tonight!” Ed said excitedly as the crowd erupted in cheer.

“You know, I get kind of nervous sometimes, up here on stage sometimes because if I look out into the audience I get overwhelmed at all of the beautiful girls”, he said as he blushed.

I could feel myself and everyone else in the audience swoon at those words. As the crowd went wild, he stopped for a second and looked down, and stared me in the eyes. It wasn’t a quick passing by glance, more like he understood, like he could feel what I was feeling.  As he looked away, I couldn’t help wondering if it was just a coincidence. It probably was, I told myself don’t make a big deal out of it. He began with The A-Team and played most of his songs from the album, I had listened to non-stop for the past year. By the time of the last song, I started to feel sad that I wouldn’t see him again for a very long time. But Ed quieted down the crowd, something I will never comprehend how he does.

“I know, I know, you all are sad because it’s the last song of the night. I’m gonna end it on a good note though, with a song that I am singing to a particular person. Now, I don’t even know this person’s name, but ever since I looked into her eyes tonight, I knew she was something special.”

The squeals in the crowd were loud. I stood there with a smile on my face. I turned to Lizzie and said, “He’s probably talking about one of these girls in the audience, whoever she is, she sure is lucky.”

As he started to play, I could feel my heart melt. Just one note in, I knew what song he was singing, and it was perfect. “Kiss Me” was the song that I listened to when I felt beat down by the crap that the mean, immature boys I had the misfortune of knowing put me through. His words provided comfort to me, knowing that there are guys out there who treat girls right, who treat them like they’re special. I tried to follow his gaze to see if I could spot out his lucky lady, but he was staring at the ground, almost seeming too shy to tell her the truth with his eyes. As the bridge began, “I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet”, he looked up slowly, scanned the front row, and his eyes fell on me. And they stayed on me until the end of the chorus. After that, the show was over, and he said goodbye and that we were a lovely crowd.

“Well, what do we do now”, Lizzie said excitedly.

I was still in denial and shock. Was he looking at me? Or did I imagine the entire thing? He was probably looking at the girl behind me.

My thoughts were interrupted when a guy in a tacky looking pin stripe suit walked up to me and Lizzie excitedly.

“You ladies have plans for tonight?” he asked in a high-pitched tone.

I looked over at Lizzie, wondering if it was a good idea to hang out with a complete stranger even if he was just super friendly. Lizzie looked at me and nodded with a smile.

“Nope, what do you have in mind?”, I said reluctantly.

His eyes lit up.

“I’m so glad you said that, because you were requested to come to our fab-oo after party!”

I looked at him confused.

“Requested by who?”

He laughed and replied, “Well honey, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?”

After that, all I saw was blackness, the memory stopped, and when I opened my eyes, I was no longer at the concert, but at my apartment, with my same cup of tea and Ed sitting right beside me, those same blue eyes looking at mine.