Snowflakes *Ed Sheeran Fanfiction*

Chapter 5:

Chapter 5:

I opened my eyes revealing a gray ceiling. I looked around and everything was normal, the sun pierced through the window curtains. The kitchen was still there, the bathroom door was still there, the coffe table, sofa...everything was were it should be.

I was confused...not knowing what to do. I tried to sit but somehow my head ached really bad like a hangover but the thing is I don't remembre drinking anything but water. I placed my hands on my head trying to sit again with less pain.

I stood up holding my head with my hands. What the hell happened to me last night? I feel like shit today. A hot shower would be nice right now.

I walked to the bathroom and decided to take a shower. I striped my clothes of and entered. I twisted the faucet on but cold water bursted out. I inmediately got out and decided to let my hair in the cold water first and then my body. I got the shampoo and placed it on my hair gently scrubbing it. Then rinsed the shampoo away. Once I got out I changed into fresh clothes and drank more water to stop my headache.

I had nothing to do, I needed money but that was the least of my worries. I want people to enjoy my music thats why I liked to play on the streets and restaurants...well everywhere honestly. I play music because I love showing how it can change the day in seconds.

I looked at my guitar "absolutely nothing to do today James" I talked to it like it was a real person. "We might as well go to the streets and enjoy the fresh air little guy" I said taking *James* and closed the door behind me. I went directly to the stairs and ran outside passing Jack that was still asleep in his chair.

I walked down the cold streets searching for a place to sing. Thank god I had my green sweater and hoodie. I walked some more on the sidewalk and saw a big tree and under the shades of its branches I saw a brown bench. Perfect.

I walked to the seat and prepared my guitar to sing, touching the cold strings sending shivers down my spine. I saw people walking, some fast and some slow but no one had a smile in their faces. They were talking on their phones or worried about something, a little bit of music might help changing the cold atmosphere.

I gently placed my fingers through the guitar strings creating different sounds. I treated my guitar like it was my son, that's why I named them...every guitar I've own with its different sound or "personality" like I say.

I stood under the tree and started to strum my guitar trying to make a song. Then I started to sing.

But now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound. Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd.

That's you now, hello, ciao, seems that life is great now. See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud. And I can't, no, I won't hush. I'll say the words that make you blush. I'm gonna sing this now.

See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is. I'm like glue, I stick to other artists. I'm not you, now that would be disastrous. Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures.

People started to watch me and gadder around. They smiled at me while I played.

See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me. I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy. I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free. Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me.

'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you at all

Everyone started to clap and tried to sing along. I smiled and kept playing while they laughed when they failed on trying to get the lyrics right.

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you at all

You need me

Does he write his own tunes? Does he write his own verse? Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell.

Call yourself a singer-writer. You're just bluffing. Name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing.

I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool. I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School. I came fast with the way I act, right. I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe.

And I won't be a product of my genre. My mind will always be stronger than my songs are. Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya.

Everyone was quiet now but I could hear the clicks of cameras and saw flashes through my closed eyelids. I always closed them to concentrate on the music so I don't mess up.

Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia. And musically I'm demonstrating. When I perform live, feels like I am meditating.

Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me 'A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'

'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you, at all

You need me, man, I don't need you.

I opened my eyes revealing a lot of people around me. They all clapped and cheered. wow. I smiled shyly and everyone laughed. I can't beleive they liked it. I bowed and everyone clapped again. I heard some whistling and shouts telling me to sing more.

Suddenly I felt someone behind me, that cold and heavy feeling on the back of your head when you knew someone was watching you. I knew it was ridiculous there was a lot of people around me but this feeling gave me some shivers through my body making my neck hairs prickle. I felt a warm touch on my shoulder. I flinched and turned around.

Just so you know "James" was one of Ed's guitars. Please like or comment It really helps me! Thank you for reading :)