He Saved Me (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

Who Cares What They Think?

“Love, wake up”, I heard a familiar voice say, as a soft pair of lips touched mine gently.

I groaned. How damn early was it? Seemed like 5 in the morning… I looked over at the clock, with one eye still shut. The clock read 11:30 a.m. once my eyes adjusted. Holy shit, I slept hard. I sat up, wiped my eyes, and smiled as Ed handed me a cup of hot tea; English Breakfast.

I love that he knew that was my favorite.

“Thanks for that… I don’t handle my liquor well, I usually sleep a lot afterwards”, I joked.

Ed laughed. “Well, we have already established that a few times”, hinting at the first time we met, to which I have very little recollection.

I laughed and slapped him playfully.

“Oh don’t remind me”, I groaned.

Ed leaned over and kissed me again, and I returned to a smile. It was near impossible to not smile, or have my stomach consumed with butterflies every time we kiss… It feels amazing.

Ed’s voice interrupts my daydream.

“So… I have a very fun last day planned for you, in the beautiful city of London”; he mused with a big smile.

“What are we doing?” I asked, sipping my tea carefully.

Ed grinned. “It’s a surprise.”

I fucking hate surprises…

“How fun”, I said, forcing a big smile.

I excused myself to the bathroom to put together my look for the day. The only nice thing about returning home and to my job, is not having to go through this hassle every day just because someone might snap a photo of me… Applying makeup was a challenge for me, but I somehow managed to look pretty decent. And since it was hot outside, I decided to wear my favorite dress with leggings.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Ed sprawled out onto the bed, as he looked over with a smile.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous? As always”, he said, blushing a little.

This caused me to blush even harder.

“Why thank you”, I said as I took his hand and we were out the door once more.

But to my surprise, the same black car wasn’t waiting for us by the curb…just a small, light blue, Vespa scooter.

I stuttered excitedly. “H-How did you know I’ve always wanted to ride one of these!” I rushed over and sat on the back of the bike.

“It’s always been my dream to ride one of these through Europe”, I mused.

Ed grinned widely. “I’m glad you like it. I was thinking we could ride around the city, have some lunch at Hyde Park and just hang out.”

I smiled. “That sounds amazing.”

Ed climbed onto the front of the scooter and handed me a helmet.

“Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that smart little brain of yours”, Ed remarked sarcastically.

I laughed and pushed him on the shoulder.

“Oh just shut up and drive”, I said with a smile.

“Yes ma’am”, Ed joked as he turned on the bike and started down the street. 

The feeling of it all was so intense and surreal… I’m on a Vespa, riding around London with Ed Sheeran,… No matter how much time had passed, I still felt that slight feeling of shock at how everything was happening so fast… What’s going to happen when I go back? Is everything going to end? I mean, he has important things to do… Being a musical artist and all. Interviews, shows, photo shoots…(Even though he despised those)… I laughed to myself slightly, and tightened my grip around him, trying to just enjoy the last moments I had with him in this beautiful city.

We arrived at Hyde Park, parked the Vespa along with the many others, and walked along the path.

His hand found mine, and I felt those all to familiar butterflies, and I stopped suddenly and kissed him.

I mean, why the hell not? I only got one more day and all.

Ed looked pleasantly surprised by this, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me slightly towards him more, and he kissed me back even harder.

Snap.

The paparazzi were back again, and Ed immediately looked up with disappointment.

“They’re fucking everywhere… Cant I just get a day in peace?” he asked frustrated.

I stroked his arm with sympathy. I would be frustrated too of my entire life on surveillance… It’s absolutely insane! Who the hell really cares?

People magazine, that’s who…

Ed shook it off though, and we continued on our walk. We’re not gonna let those idiots ruin our perfect day. Walking hand in hand, not caring what anyone thinks.

We walked through most of the large park, and sat underneath a big willow tree near the end. I rested my head on his chest and he kissed my forehead softly.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Ed mused with a smile.

I blushed, yet again.

“Wow, if I’m amazing, than you must be something spectacular”, I smiled.

Ed laughed slightly. “I’ve never felt as spectacular as I do now, with you. You complete me”, he murmured as he tightened his grip around my waist.

I felt the reality of his statement settle in me… I completed him… And I couldn’t imagine what it would be like without him. Maybe I shouldn’t go back after all…

So much for not thinking about it…

I just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t underestimate yourself hon, you’re spectacular all on your own… Millions of people would agree with me too”, I said with a smile.

“But they don’t really know me… That’s what makes me mad. They see what’s going on the outside, and they have all of these assumptions about me, and they don’t even know or consider what I’m thinking at all”, he ranted.

I was shocked slightly. He had never showed this kind of emotion to me before…. And there was nothing more I wanted to desperately know than what was going on in his head.