He Saved Me (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

You Can't Run From Your Feelings

“Please fasten your seatbelts, we are beginning our decent to the San Diego International Airport”, I faintly heard the overhead speaker say.

I had slept for most of the flight, or at least tried to. I kept my head down on my pillow, so nobody would see me crying. I felt bad for how I left things with Ed, but I told myself over and over it was the right thing to do…

But was it?

I was having lots of second thoughts about leaving him…

My thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on my shoulder from the person sitting behind me.

Probably had my seat too far back or something… People on planes are so damn irritable.

“Uhmmm hi, sorry to bother you, but are you really Ed Sheeran’s girlfriend?” one of the girls asked.

My eyes widened. “No I wish”, I replied quickly, and turned away.

It was technically the truth….

When we landed, I got my bags and got out of the plane as fast as I could. I didn’t want any extra awkward conversation about Ed with crazed fan girls.

Don’t make fun of them, you were once one too.

I rolled my eyes and put on my sunglasses once I got my suitcase out of baggage claim.

When I walked outside, I remembered that I didn’t have a big fancy car waiting for me, like I was used to for the past week. I stifled another wave of tears, and was about to call a cab, when I saw a man with a sign, my name written on it, beside a black stretch limousine.

I closed my phone, and walked over to the man, confused.

“Ummm hi, I’m Kayla Torres”, I said nervously, referring to the sign.

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Of course Ms. Torres. Very nice to meet you. My name’s Tim, and I’ll be your driver today. Mister Sheeran insisted that you get home safely and easily.”

I shook Tim’s hand tenitively. “Mr. Sheeran?”

Tim nodded. “Yes ma’mm. He insists.”

I wasn’t sure if I should take Ed’s offer or not… Especially for how things ended not even 24 hours ago.

Getting a cab now will take forever… Just get in the limo.

I smiled tightly. “Thanks”, I said as the door of the limo was opened for me and I stepped inside.

Damn, he really went all out.

There was a full bar and bright neon lights lining the seats.

Tim’s voice suddenly went on the speaker.

“You have me for the next couple hours ma’mm, so anywhere you want to stop, I will take you to.”

Honestly, all I wanted was to go home, take a bath, watch a movie and try and forget about Ed.

“I appreciate the offer, but I just wanna go home”, I said into the speaker.

“Alrighty. Any music requests?” Tim asked.

“Nope, I like whatever”, I replied casually, sinking into the incredibly comfortable leather seat.

As soon as I heard the first note of the song, I instantly regretted what I had previously said.

Give me love like her… Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone.

Dammit. My heart was literally sinking with every note, and I couldn’t hold back the tears this time. I put my head into my hands and sobbed. Images and memories of the first time we met, we kissed, and every second in between came rushing into my mind. And I couldn’t control it. I wiped my tears once Tim said we were close to my house.

As he pulled up to the familiar curb outside of my apartment, I felt instantly more assured and happy. I was returning to my normal life, and it felt okay for the moment.

“I can help you with your bags ma’mm if you want”, Tim offered as I got out of the car, balancing my bags on my arms.

“I’m fine thanks”, I said with a smile. “It was nice to meet you Tim.”

He tipped his hat and smiled. “A pleasure to meet you also.”

I walked up the infamous steep two flights of stairs to my third story apartment. Once I opened the door, I felt instantly relieved. My comfy, funky green couch was just waiting for me to plop down and watch an old movie.

I went into the bathroom to take a hot bath. I used my nice bath salts that I kept underneath the sink. It was a special occasion.

I just need to forget.

I sat in the bath for quite some time, but all I could see and think of was Ed.

The only thing that relieved me once I got out of the tub was the fact that I didn’t have to put on a full face of makeup for the stupid paparazzi.

I got dressed ina pair of comfy, ugly sweats and a sweater.

I looked at my phone as I yawned. It was only 4 in the afternoon? Seriously?

Not used to this jet lag crap…

I need to get out of here and see my friends or something. Go get some drinks or hit up a club… Something that will surely get my mind off of things.

I texted my friend Shelley from work, but she was busy with writing reports and doing paperwork.

Yay, I can’t wait to get back to work…

I texted all of my friends on my contact list I could think of, all of whom were busy… There was only one left to call. It would cause me to talk about what’s going on, but maybe that’s what I need. The friend who was there the very first second I met him… She deserves to know what happened too.

I swallowed and dialed her number.

“Hey Lizzie, wanna come over? I have a lot to tell you…”