Plus - Ed Sheeran

Drunk

Ed, Emily, and David were at a bar in England near the beach. It was windy, as usual.

For once, Emily was close to drunk. She didn't drink that often due to people she knew abusing alcohol and drugs, but she drank a bit more since she met Ed.

She was recording him drunk. "Ed there is no cat here!" She said as she was bursting with laughter.

"I swear I see a talking cat!" He exclaimed. She giggled.

Ed woke up on the beach. David was gone. Emily's face was planted in the water and the waves went over her head and hair. "Emily?" He groaned, laughing lightly. "Emily!" He said walking to her.

Emily never got hangovers. Ahe never once had one. She woke up and stood up, thinking.

"You have a hangover." She stated. He nodded.

"Probably." He replied. She smiled lightly. She drove him back home in London, hearing him as he talked drunk.

She got him home and made him a burger and coffee. "Eat and drink." She demanded. He did as told. She sat next to him. "How drunk did I get?" She asked. He shrugged.

"I took a video." She mumbled, getting out her phone where the video was. She sighed and opened it, seeing a recording of Ed, drunk. "Wow," She told herself.

She looked over at Ed who had finished. "I discovered sports at fifteen and discovered beer and fast good at sixteen. Ish. This is why I never have my shirt off." He said bluntly, making her chuckle.

She hated taking care of anyone she dated while they were drunk. But it was different with Ed. "How drunk was I?" She asked. He shrugged.

"More than usual." He stated, making her nod.

"I think you need to sleep. We drove around a lot - I drove around a lot. Having to take you home and all." She said standing up. He chuckled as she left the room.

She entered to hear him singing. "Maybe I'll get drunk again..." He said as he sang.

"Um, no, you will not." She replied chuckling. He shrugged.

"Maybe-" "No, not maybe." She stated. He laughed and she just smiled.

"Can I sing to you?" He asked. She smiled and nodded.

"I wanna know what you were singing a moment ago."

"That was more so about when you left me. How alone I was. How I call you drunk almost every night you left me." He stated. "It's about how you I was always drunk. I was all by myself. Drunk by myself. She nodded.

"Some of those phone calls were pretty fun." She said giggling lightly. He rolled his eyes.

"I mean, I missed you so bloody much." He said. 

"Sing it to me," She said getting his guitar and handing it to him.

He put his fingers on the cords. "You really want to hear it?" He asked. She nodded. 

"I do. I love your voice and I love your lyrics. They mean something. They all come from what you've been through at some point in time. Or someone you know." Emily stated. "You're a great artist. You're gonna be big someday. By your second album, I know that you'll win a Grammy. I know it." She spoke. "I know." 

He kissed her lips. "I'm so glad I have your motivation." He stated.

"I wanna be drunk when I wake up

On the right side of the wrong bed, and every excuse I made up. Tell you the truth I hate, what didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all. Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me, so now I'll maybe leave back there. I'm sat here wishing I was sober. I know I'll never hold you like I used to." She smiled as she heard his voice crack a few times.

"But our house gets cold when you cut the heating. Without you to hold I'll be freezing. Can't rely on my heart to beat it, 'cause you take part of it every evening. Take words out of my mouth just from breathing, replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.

"Should I, should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again. I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again, to feel a little love. I wanna hold your heart in both hands. I'll watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can. And I've got no plans for the weekend, so shall we speak then, keep it between friends? Though I know you'll never love me like you used to." Her smile was stuck on her face. 

"There may be other people like us. You see the flicker of the clip when they light up, flames just create us, burns don't heal like before. You don't hold me anymore. On cold days Coldplay's out like the band's the name. I know I can't heal things with a handshake, you know I can't change as I began saying, you cut me wide open like landscape. Open bottles of beer but never champagne to applaud you with the sound that my hands make.

"Should I, should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again. I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again, o feel a little love. All by myself, I'm here again. All by myself, you know I'll never change. All by myself, all by myself. I'm just drunk again. I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again, to feel a little love." SHe smiled as he finished and looked at her. 

"Well?" He asked.

"I love it." She replied.

"You do?" He asked in shock. She nodded. He let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you would hate it honestly." He said. She smiled lightly.

"Of course not." She replied sweetly. "I love anything you write. Unless, of course, it is a breakup song. Because I never want a song saying you don't want to be with me. That would be disastrous." She said honestly. She smiled and kissed her hand.

"Of course not." He replied, kissing her soft, pale hand kindly.