He Saved Me (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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“Gooooodmorning sunshine”, Ed chirped in a particularly high voice.

My eyes, barely open, looked through the mess of the hair piled on my face, and groaned, “Why so early?”

Ed laughed. “Americans usually have trouble adjusting to the time change. Its two in the afternoon, love.”

I sat up quickly, “W-what?! You mean I wasted all this time sleeping instead of exploring the city? Shit.” I whined. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Ed sighed. “You look so peaceful when you sleep. I didn’t want to disturb that”, he said with a wink.

I smirked at him playfully and stumbled into the bathroom. Damn, I look like a hot mess, I thought to myself. Why again is it he liked me? Hopefully its what’s in the inside, cause I wasn’t looking too hot… I quickly grabbed a brush and worked it through the massive snarls in my hair. Once it was semi-decent, I decided to do something I only did for special occasions: weddings, funerals, and a day out in London with a celebrity; put on some makeup. I looked through the miniature bag I had packed and all I could find was some cheap lip-gloss, mascara, and a cracked foundation compact… I should really think about going to Sephora or something. But to the best of my ability, I applied my makeup, straightened my mess of hair, and decided to wear my nicest skirt-top combo; it seemed only appropriate if people were going to be chasing after me for a picture.

I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair for the millionth time and stepped into the living room area. Ed was standing by the counter, sipping his morning tea, when suddenly he looked at me wide eyed and put his tea down.

I felt nervous. Was it my outfit? I knew it was too much; I should have stuck with my first choice, more casual.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen…” Ed stuttered.

Ok, so the skirt was the right call. I smiled.

“Well, that’s makeup for ya”, I retorted sarcastically.

“Love, you don’t need makeup or fancy clothes to make me think you’re beautiful. I thought it the first time I ever saw you”, Ed said softly.

I blushed. “Come on you big sap, let’s explore!” I said as I kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand.

Just the outside of his apartmen building  was beautiful. The way the trees surrounded the old looking buildings was enchanting. And the same black car was waiting for us once again by the curb.

As Ed opened the door for me he said, “You ready to see the big city?”

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “So ready.”

As we drove, I could see more clearly all of the buildings I had seen the night before. I made out the Big Ben, the Tower Bridge, and the London Eye… Things that I had only read about were suddenly coming to life. The car stopped outside a small, quaint café. Some people on the sidewalk looked at us and whispered. They were probably trying to figure out who I was; the mysterious woman of Ed Sheeran. That’s quite charming actually, I could get used to it. 

As we entered the cafe, Ed and I sat down at the corner-most table, trying to be discreet. But that didn’t prove to be effective. People still stared and talked about us close-by. Ed didn’t seem effected by this at all. He looked cool and calm on the outside, but I sensed on the inside he was kind of angry.

He nervously ran his fingers through his hair.

“Cant even eat a damn meal out in peace”, he remarked angrily.

I sure read him right…

The waitress walked up with a huge smile on her face.

“I just have to say I am a huge fan”, she gushed, then glared at me like who the hell are you.

Ed gave her a quick half-smile.

“Thanks love. I’ll have a coffee and the eggs Benedict”, he said curtly.

“I’ll have the same”, I said quickly.

The waitress wrote something on her order pad, with a sly smile, ripped it off and slipped it under Ed’s hand with a wink.

When she had walked far enough away, I smirked at him.

“It’s her number isn’t it?”

Ed’s face flushed and looked a little bit pissed.

“Unfortunately… This is one thing that sucks being famous. Girls just throwing themselves at me. And I know it’s just because of my fame, because before, any girl who was even remotely attractive wouldn’t have been interested in me…”

I could tell in his eyes that this deeply hurts him, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was one of those girls he’s describing.

I reached for his hand. “I hope you don’t think of me as one of them, because I truly like you for who you are. You being a world renound musical artist is just a lucky bonus”, I said with a wink.

Ed chuckled softly. “I know, love. You have the kind of personality and soul I’ve been searching for my whole life. You’re not superficial, you’re genuine. And that’s what I truly admire.”

“And I know you would never intentionally hurt me. You don’t seem like that kind of guy… I’ve known a few like that in my life, and it hurt…”, I said with a slight shudder.

Ed cupped my face with his hand. “I would never do that to you… Ever.”