Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Too Fast

"I'm sorry, I'm being so awkward," I admitted nervously when I didn't respond to him after quite a while. He chuckled, gently grabbed another acoustic, and walked to my white couch laid out in the center of the room.

He sat down and pulled his black long sleeve over his hand and holding it to his mouth that held a beautiful smile. I followed behind, grabbing  a pair of capos on the way. He blushed a little as he sighed, looking at me as intensely.

My heart thumped,  only remembering watching one interview were he did that exactly,  and it was extremely adorable...because he is awkward himself.

"I like awkward people, but you're a lot better than that," he chuckled softly and I laughed, feeling myself blush.

I sat down near him, a little too close if you ask me, and I swear, I did it involuntarily... It's usually when I get interested or comfortable with someone or something...
I noticed how close, my thigh half a foot away from his.

Holy shit... Barbara, you're moving too fast.

'I'm sorry," I coughed as I began to scoot away, feeling really embarrassed.

"No, it's fine," he murmured, outstretching his hand and placing it around my arm to stop me from moving any further.

I breathed out with his grasp... and as cliché as it sounds, we both felt some kind of spark,  I could tell.  I smiled and nodded,  passing him the capo.

"Thanks," he finished, quickly snapping it on and looking back at me. I did the same, and looked back at him.

We each messed with different melodies on the guitar, it was really peaceful.. There was no talking, just playing for a good 20 minutes.  As he strummed randomly, I watched his hands do magic...

He was the king of guitars... Oh how badly I want to learn to be as amazing as him...Then something came to mind...

"So Perrie was telling me you'd be willing to perform at my fundraiser next month, " I smiled happily.  He nodded his head proudly.

"Yeah, I'd really like to help out.. uh..." he sent his hand over the guitar, using the other to go through his hair a few times.

I watched him struggle to get something out of his mind before he turned to me, his eyes looking into mine again. It was like looking at the sky, the same pure warm feeling, soft and calming...

I looked down and strummed my guitar, the sweet sound of music so comforting. I lifted my gaze again.

"By the way, I didn't properly apologize for the way I acted earlier," he nodded his head, looking away.  I looked up and waved him off with a warm smile,  and he just observed my expression,  his lips curving up in awe.

"Don't worry about it," I nodded,  turning back to the guitar, placing my finger on a chord I was still having a little trouble getting down.

To my surprise, he quickly reached his hand on top of mine, moving my index slightly differently, molding my hand to a position that was more comfortable on the strings. It was a wonderful feeling.

"I also wanted to ask if you'd let me take you out somewhere tomorrow, if you're not doing anything," he said as he finished fixing my fingers. I shot my head up, and he laughed. Was he joking?

"What?" I breathed,  sighing.. I tried to pull myself together, acting cool again...Act cool....

*shakily pulls shades on*

Stay cool, Barbara.

He laughed again,  moving his hands off of mine and strumming my guitar for me, perfectly hitting the chord.