Crazy Little Thing Called Love

You're The One That I Want Or The Chance Of A Lifetime

Hi everyone, I am really good at avoiding the things I actually need to do, so here is another chapter! I hope you like. :) All the love, Summer xxx

The night went on and even though I wasn't allowed any more alcohol, I still, or maybe because of that, had one of the best nights I've had in a while. At some point, the DJ found it very funny to play 'You're The One That I Want' and Louis' face split into a wide grin and he pulled me onto the dance floor where he started to reenact the scene from the movie and under cheers of the crowd, I complied and pretended to be Sandy. Louis spun me around and in that moment, I didn't even care that tons of people were watching us or that at least a dozen people were recording us on their phones. The look of pure bliss and happiness on Louis' face was enough to make me feel intoxicated as well. 

When the song ended, we bowed and Louis wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me off the dance floor and into a corner. Slightly out of breath we stared at each other, a wide smile on both of our faces. Louis cupped my face with his hands and pressed a kiss to my lips. "You're bloody amazing, love, have I mentioned that before?" I laughed and nodded. "Not today, but you might have mentioned it once or twice." His hands which had been sitting on my waist and were now slipping down a bit further, but I stopped him, very much aware of the people around us. "Not here." I whispered into his ear and pressed a light kiss just underneath his ear, satisfied to see goosebumps erupting around the spot my lips had just left. "You are making it really hard for me to not drag you away into a bedroom right now." Louis grumbled into my ear and playfully nipped my ear lobe, making me squeak and squirm under his grip. 

Someone cleared their throat behind us and I turned around to see an amused Ed Sheeran standing behind me. "I assume that you're feeling better, love?" he asked me and I blushed and nodded. "I do, thank you. Louis forced me to eat something, sorry about your yogurt by the way, and I have been cut off alcohol for tonight, and potentially the rest of my life." I pulled a face and he laughed and shared a look with Louis. "Well, sober or not, you're quite the dancer." I blushed even more and felt Louis' chest vibrate against my back from silent laughter. He was obviously enjoying this way too much and I discretely elbowed him right above where it hurts the most as a warning, and his grip on my waist momentarily tightened. 

"I need to get something to drink." I told the two men and when they opened their mouths in protest, I rolled my eyes. "Nothing with alcohol in it, I promise. Puking my guts out once a night is enough. I just need some liquid down my throat after our little dance show." I patted Louis' arm and shot Ed a smile, before stepping into the crowd. "Wait, I'll come with you!" I heard a voice behind me and saw Ed following me through the crowd. "Has Louis asked you to follow me because he doesn't trust me?" I asked him as he joined me on my way through the crowd. "No, I actually wanted to talk to you." Ed explained and my ears perked up. Shooting him a questioning look, I squeezed passed two girls who were wearing amazing unicorn costumes, but he shook his head and mouthed a "Not here."

Finally in the kitchen, my eyes fell on the chair I had sat on earlier and I blushed, embarrassed by my earlier behaviour. I walked over to where all of the soft drinks were positioned and decided on some Fanta. While I poured myself a cup of the sweet, orange liquid, I watched Ed pour himself something a little stronger. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" I asked him curiously and he looked up. Taking a swig from his whisky, he walked around the kitchen isle and leaned against it, facing me. "I talked to Harry on the phone a couple of days ago and he mentioned that you write." My eyes widened and I silently cursed Harry for telling anyone my secret, but not seeing how I could deny anything, so I walked over to the kicthen table and sat down. After a few seconds, I nodded and looked down at my hands. 

"He also showed me the song you gave him for Christmas." I head shot up and I stared at Ed like a deer caught in the headlights. "This little..." I caught myself and forced a smile onto my face. "Did he now?" He chuckled and nodded. "He also told me that you have never shown or played anything to anyone." I nodded and silently wondered where this conversation was going and whether  the alcohol still had a lot more effect on me than I thought it would. "I, um, I wrote that song about a year ago and he saw it hanging on my bedroom wall at my parents, sorry, my mum's place and he seemed to really like it so I gave it to him for Christmas." I blushed even more and looked down at my hands again. "I didn't think anything special about it."