He Saved Me (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

Second Chance

“Well, shit...”

“Yeah… I know...”

“YOU ARE SO INSANELY LUCKY”, Lizzie exclaimed all of a sudden, breaking the saddening silence.

I jumped out of my seat. “I’m lucky?”

“Oh come on Kayla, you met frickin Ed Sheeran, went on a romantic London vacation with him where he proclaimed his love to you, and you don’t think you’re lucky?!” Lizzie about screamed.

She did have a point…

But all this talk about Ed was making me seriously miss him…

“Yeah I guess you’re right”, I admitted.

We sat in awkward silence for a while until Lizzie started going on again about Ed.

“So…. Is he a good kisser? I bet he is. Did he sing for you? I bet he totally did. What if he writes a song about you?! That would be so awesome! I could be like, yeah that song’s about my best friend. She is Ed’s long lost love”, Lizzie ranted, cracking up at her own jokes.

Sometimes I miss hanging out with her, and then I remember why we don’t see each other that often… That girl sure has a big mouth.

“Just please don’t say anything, okay? I don’t want anyone except you to know”, I said tenitively.

That was the last thing I needed…The paparazzi was probably wondering what happened to me. I just wanted my life to go back to normal.

“Of course I wont say anything! What kind of a friend do you think I am?” she exclaimed with a smile.

I laughed. “I know, I know. I trust you. It’s just been crazy with the paparazzi and all, and I want to go back to my normal life.”

Lizzie gave me a scornful look. “Normal life? More like boring life. Being with Ed is your only chance for the dream life you’ve always wanted. You can travel all over the world, have anything you want, and you get to date Ed Sheeran! I can’t think of anything better!” Lizzie went on and on.

She did have a point, I guess…

Tears started to form in my eyes as I contemplated my decisions. I just need to take my mind off of it for one minute. I took a big drink out of the champagne bottle Lizzie and I were sharing. I tried to change the subject, but it all circled back to talking about Ed… Once it was ten o’clock, I realized I should probably go to sleep; I did have work in the morning… Once Lizzie left, I put on my pajamas, turned on the TV and almost instantly fell asleep.

I awoke to the all to familiar blaring of my alarm. It was six thirty… Damn, I forgot how hard it was to wake up this early. I stumbled into the bathroom, brushed out my mess of hair and put some mascara on.

Once I had finally made it to my cubicle, surrounded by the many others, I felt sad to be back in my old, boring routine.

Stop complaining. You have a good job at a law firm that people would kill to have…

I sighed and begrudgingly looked at the massive pile of paperwork on my desk that had accumulated for me over the last week. Better get to work. I typed up reports and returned phone calls for the next four hours. Once it was finally time for lunch, I was starving and exhausted.

I walked into the workroom, where my co-workers and I sat and ate our lunches in mutual awkwardness and silence.

“So Kayla, where did you go last week?” my friend/co-worker Shelley asked inquisitively.

I racked my brain for an excuse. “I umm, went to visit my parents in San Francisco”

Shelley smiled at me and moved closer. “It’s okay, you don’t have to lie! I saw the tabloids”, she said as she held up her phone to her E! News app. It was a picture of me and Ed on our date in Hyde Park, kissing. The caption was “Ed and his Mystery Lady!”

I finished reading the article, and looked up at Shelley nervously.

“Sooooo… What’s he like? Oh my gosh, I love his music. And he’s cute too! If you like the whole ginger thing, which you apparently do”, Shelley ranted.

I tried to drown out her voice and what she was saying… I couldn’t seem to escape the topic of Ed.

“Sorry, excuse me for a sec”, I interrupted Shelley, and stood up and left.

I went to the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but cry. I put my head into my hands and sobbed. I missed him so much, and I had screwed it up. He’s onto bigger and better things, while I’m stuck here, missing him and being constantly reminded of my mistake… I should have never let him go.

I washed my hands and tried my best to fix my smeared mascara. My lunch break was almost over, so I headed back to my crammed cubicle, and continued with my work. More phone calls flooded in and paperwork still piled on my desk. I worked on it until five thirty, a half hour after my shift ended.

My boss came over to my cubicle, looking pleased.

“You did good work today “, he said professionally.

“Thank you sir”, I nodded.

I started my walk back home, and I even took the back streets, just like I had done the day that I first met Ed. And not to my surprise, he was not waiting for me on the corner of 2nd and 3rd. I sighed and held back tears as I walked right past.

I walked up the infamous three flights of stairs of my building, and when I opened the door to my apartment, I saw him standing in the living room. Suitcase by his feet, with his hands in his jean pockets, looking at me with a mixture of relief, happiness and sadness.

I stood in shock, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry to intrude like this, but I can’t seem to simply forget about you. I can’t leave things like they were. Because I still love you, and I feel like I always will”, he said with tears in his eyes.

As if it was an instinct, I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry… I should have never tried to let you go. I’ll never do that again”, I murmured into his neck, and then broke away. “But I’m probably too late…”

Ed looked confused. “Too late for what? A second chance?”

I nodded.

Ed gave me a big smile. “Love, you would never be too late”, he said as he walked over to kiss me.

I kissed him back but with more intensity than ever before.

Ed broke away from the kiss slightly so our faces were still close.

“So…. Can I stay here or should I find a hotel?”, he asked with a grin.

I punched him playfully on the arm and kissed his cheek.

"Of course you can stay here", I said with a smile, as I led him into the bedroom.