Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Cheater

"Would you believe me if I said I loved you more than anything," Ed murmured in my ear, his tone soft as he hugged me tightly. I laughed, looking up at the ceiling, letting the thought slip away.

"It's all I've been trying to believe," I murmured, looking at his blue eyes that held awe. I kissed his lips, the spark there again, and I loved it.

"Barbara, I'm sorry," he murmured, pulling me closer, his kiss on my ear sending chills down my back.

"I thought you didn't want me around," he whispered, sadness in his tone as he pulled back. I laughed, rolling my eyes in realization of the huge misunderstandings.

"I thought you didn't want me around," I laughed, kissing his jawline. He opened his mouth to respond, before the elevator alerted us that we were at our level. He laughed and grabbed my waist.

"Funny, because all I wanted around me was you," he smirked, before lightly kissing my temple. I felt my face heat up, and I couldn't help but smile. 

He opened his hotel room door, and waved for me to go first. I laughed, pinching his belly before entering, he flinched away, his smirk growing.

I walked in, still amazed by the beauty of a luxury hotel room. The celebrity status still hasn't become a usual for me just yet, don't think it ever will. 

I stood there, just in awe of the beautiful white rug, the olive green and gold comforter, just magnificent.

Soft lips against my neck, silky flamed color hair sliding against my cheek, sent a smile to my face again.

"I love you, Barbara. I really do," he murmured. Never would I have thought that I'd hear those words from Ed Sheeran so sincerely, but I did, and it was a great feeling.

"Sing to me," I turned around with a giggle, and he rose his blonde eyebrows, pulling my chest against his.

He sighed, his face reddening in embarrassment. He shook his head, his smile making me raise my eyebrow.

"Ed, you've sang to a crowd of over 18,000 people. And you've already sang with me twice," I reasoned with him. He thought for a moment.

He chuckled, sending his hand onto my bum, and I couldn't help but let out a breath before laughing.

"Don't try and distract me from my request," I warned, sending my lips to his neck. No matter how badly I wanted to make sure I didn't lose this little battle, I couldn't help but want him.

"I'm not, my love," he snickered, pushing me down softly onto the bed, crawling above me and sucking on my sweet spot.

"I would never do that," I could feel his hands glide down my thigh, before feeling up the zipper of my dress.

 I fell in love, next to you

Burning fires in this room

It just fits, light and smooth'

Ed sent his hand to my thigh, grasping it with a smile as he whispered in my ear.

Like my feet in my shoes

Little one, lie with me

Sew you heart to my sleeve

I sent my hand to arm that held a sleeve of tattoos,  lightly tracing a heart with my finger tips as he rubbed against me softly. His chuckle assured he got the joke.

We'll stay quiet 

Underneath shooting stars

If it helps you sleep