Multiply - Ed Sheeran

Don't

Ellie Goulding is who this song is about but not in this fanfic! You'll understand why

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Ed switched on his phone, he didn't even look at the number it was. "Ed, I'm outside. Look outside." He saw a person outside, and he knew her voice. It was Nina. "I need to talk to you." She told him. He walked outside and saw her standing worriedly.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I um... I ended up... Ed..." She looked down. "I slept with someone else... Niall... while we were together... at the hotel floor..." Ed froze.

'Emily would never do that' he told himself. "You... YOU WHAT?" Ed shouted. "How could you? Nina, I fell for you! I really did! How could you?!"

"I am so sorry." She said with tears in her eyes. "I shouldn't have... I should have never done it."

"Whenever you... when you told me I was crazy about Emily, well she would never, ever do that!" He told her. "I can't believe you would ever do that!"

"I'm so sorry." He paused.

"Just leave." He told her. "Go back to Scotland." He sniffed. He wiped his nose.

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Ed called Emily while she was writing. "Ed, I'm working. And you need to help yourself. Just please-"

"Nina slept with Niall Horan." Emily froze. She didn't know what to say.

"Ed, I'm so sorry." She said. "That's terrible."

"You would never do that, would you?"

"No. Never, Ed. Never." She replied.

"But it shows... Emily, how hard was it? How was it to leave me? When you said you loved me, did you mean it?" Ed asked Emily.

"Ed, you still love me don't you?"

"In every way. But do you still love me at all? That's what matters. You've moved on and yet, you still spend time with me. You still pick up the phone. You still care. Do you love me?" She put her hands on her face and started to cry.

"I do."

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Emily was at her house and Bryce was there too. She was making spaghetti for them to have together. They were talking about how Christmas was already so close. "I feel like yesterday was St. Patrick's day," Emily stated.

"You go crazy for that holiday, don't you?" Bryce asked.

"Of course." She replied smirking. "I always do something amazing for it. I once painted the entire outside of my house green. I was twenty-one." She replied. He smiled. She failed to mention that Ed and she painted it together and that he made a small part in their house that was pink filled with hearts.

"Seriously?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm Irish and ginger. I'm short and if you listen closely when I'm drunk you notice I slip into a bit of an Irish accent." She replied. He lightly laughed.

"I've never seen you drunk."

"You probably never will."

"Why?"

"I never get drunk. I barely ever drink. It's a rarity."

"Really? We go to the bar all the time. You drink beer more than I thought you would. As kids I thought would be that girl who never did drugs, never smirked, never drank."

"I don't do drugs and I've never smoked a day in my life." She replied with a smile while getting plates for them. "Red wine?" She asked him.

"And you don't drink?" He asked her, grinning. She smiled lightly.