He Saved Me (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

London

As soon as the wheels of the plane touched the ground, I felt a twinge of nervousness and utter excitement. Since we were in first class, and near the front of the plane, we got to avoid the mad rush of leaving passengers, and were quickly on our way.

Once we got our luggage out of baggage claim, and walked outside to meet the car he requested, the paparazzi were back. Luckily, I had stuffed a makeup bag in my purse before we had left, so on the plane, I could slyly excuse myself to the tiny bathroom to make myself look more presentable; more photo worthy. The whole concept was strange and foreign to me however. Why do these people even care?

We made it to the car safely, without much harassment, and once the doors were shut, I let out a sigh of relief.

Ed smiled. “I thought I could show you my pad, and then we could go explore some”.

I tried to control my extreme excitement with a calm, “Sure, that sounds great.”

As we drove across the city, I was amazed at how beautifully different it was here. It seemed busy but calm at the same time. 

When we finally stopped, Ed said excitedly, “Well, we’re here!”

To be honest, I was pretty nervous, but kept my collected smile.

We passed the doorman at the front, who even offered to help with my bag. I blushed and said I was fine. I really wasn’t used to this royal treatment; I spent my whole life living in a middle class beach town. 

 Ed, of course had the penthouse suite at the very top of the building.  As he turned the key, opened the door, and flipped on the light, I almost gasped in shock. It was how I always pictured his place to be: Record player, with shelves and shelves of vinyl’s and CD’s, everything from 80’s classics to the newest Justin Timberlake album, comfortable looking big sofa with a package of cigarrettes on the table across from it. 

Ed saw my look of awe and smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I absolutely love it! It’s how I always pictured…” I said dreamily.

Ed chuckled playfully. “Of course you imagined what my house would look like.”

I blushed slightly. “I was a total fan girl for you… And I still am… What’s not to like about you?”, I said with a wink.

Ed looked down at the ground shyly. “I’m really glad you’re here. And more importantly that I found you. I’ve thought about you for two years and felt completely powerless that I couldn’t see you because I was touring, but now, I am happier than I have been in a very long time”, he said sincerely, softly holding my hand, and stroking my fingers.

My emotions were rushing through my head like a whirlwind, but they suddenly stopped, and I felt for the first time in my life that he was telling the absolute truth. I had never met a man before with such truth in his eyes;  such compassion.

His hand touched my face gently as he pulled me in for another kiss. This one was deeper, more meaningful. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his soft, red hair. We moved down to the couch that was nearby, and he picked me up slightly by my waist  so that we were intertwined.  As we broke away and looked into each other’s eyes, I couldn’t help but think London was a truly magical place.