Multiply - Ed Sheeran

Friends

Ed was strumming his guitar as Emily walked in the door from a long day. She took out her ponytail and flicked her hair off of her shoulder. "So, I am writing a song about how we were 'just friends' a long time ago, even though we both knew there was a spark of some sort." Emily chuckled as she took her teal vest off and unbuttoned her white shirt.

"Really?" She asked as she put her white shirt on the dirty clothes, exposing her lavender bra, though Ed took no notice. "That's fun." She told him, putting a t-shirt on.

"Yeah, it is."

Ed was walking the street with nineteen-year-old Emily. "Why chocolate, though? Why can't girls crave, like, strawberries?" Ed asked.

"You're one to talk," Emily muttered. Emily laughed. "Ed, chocolate just helps cramps. I need it. And thanks for coming after lunch." Emily thanked.

"Yeah. And you're paying since you ate all of my chocolate." Ed stated. She chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry about that.' Emily chewed her lip. They walked into a chocolate store together, his hand opening the door. Ed walked behind her.

"Hi, what kind of chocolate can I get for you?" A Scottish man asked Emily. She paused.

"Two of everything in milk chocolate." She said nodding. Ed put his hand on his face and hid his laughter. She looked at the man, who was shocked. "I know what I'm doing."

Emily and Ed left with a bunch of chocolate in their arms. "I can't believe you did that," Ed said.

"Eddy, if you were on your monthly, you would've done the same," Emily told Ed with a raised eyebo]row, knowing it was true. He had the facial expression that showed she was right but didn't want to admit it.

Emily got on the bed and under the blankets, looking at Ed. "I'm really sorry I friend zoned you, by the way," Emily said. Ed chuckled.

"Emily, if we weren't friends, we would've never been here." Ed looked at her and said. His blue eyes looked deep into her own, showing how similar they were.

Emily paused. "I waited, you know," Emily told him. Ed looked closer at her. "For you. I knew who you were. I knew it was you. That boy that I dreamed about, I knew he was you. I thought you were just... perfect. Handsome, funny, nice, talented. I really loved you. And as a kid, I just wanted to know you. And honestly, I had a dream when I was that age... that had young you. But I thought I could never find you, and my dreams were making my hopes get high and suddenly drop."

Ed cupped her face with one hand and kissed her lips softly. She smiled.

"Ed, how are you fine with me sleeping in your bed?" Emily asked. "Friends usually sleep in another bed. Friends don't treat each other like you treat me." Emily stated. "Boy and girl wise."

Ed shrugged. "I'm a special friend, I guess. Have you had any male friends before?" Ed asked. She shrugged.

"Not really, no," Emily replied. "That is why I am proud to say I know you." She smiled. Ed beamed.

"I'm glad I know you too," Ed replied. "I'm gonna go fix you some tea." Ed walked out and grabbed her cup of tea, placing his hands on his forehead.

"She's just a friend to you. But friends are different than this. This is a romance, I feel it. I know deep down she loves me too. But friends sleep in another bed, friends don't kiss each other's cheeks the way we do, friends don't say the stuff we do." Ed told himself. "Just sing your song to her. She'll listen." Ed thought. "Well, hopefully."

Ed walked back in. "Alright, queen of the Ginger's here is your tea." Ed gave it to Emily.

"Queen of Gingers, eh?" She asked, taking a sip.