Lego House (Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Hey guys! My first Ed Sheeran fanfic and I really want you guys to please comment or vote or whatever! I'm just writing for the love of writing and the love of Ed Sheeran! Plus I've never been to England, which I'm dying to go to soon so sorry if I get it wrong.

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For the past few months, I've been studying at Oxford in London with my best friend, Dylan McGlellan. No, Dylan is not a boy but my best friend who's a girl. We've known each other for years, well maybe ever since I ran away from my grandparents house. I remember that day like it was yesterday when in real life it was actually 3 years ago.

I had been living on the streets for over 4 months and I have been starving, cold and homeless. Dylan was living in London at the time with her parents in a small apartment when she found me. I had been in the alley way going into trash cans looking for food when she found me. A trash bag was hanging over her should as she walked and saw me diging around in the garbage when she stopped and saw me. I must have looked horrible to her because my hair hadn't been washed in for a long time, dirt covered my face and in between my nails and I looked as pale as paper. Before she could've done or said anything, I took off the opposite way. Grabbing my bag, which laid on the ground , and running through the alley.

"Wait!" she had called. I jumped over trash cans and tripped over crates that sat on the ground, but was stopped when I came to the end, I was trapped with a forty feet gate standing in my way.

I looked back and saw Dylan catching up with me, so the only way to go was up. So I placed my fingers in between the wires and stuck my converse shoe in another set of wires and started climbing, but stopped when I had heard Dylan say, "Let me help you!"

Later she had convinced her parents for me to stay until I graduate high school and they would pay for college. Dylan's dad was a lawyer and her mum was a model for Vogue, so they didn't care how much they spent on me because of what  state I was in. 

So hear I am, three years later with Dylan, who I call my sister, at the best school in England. Dylan is majoring to become a lawyer like her father and I was there for the writing program. Even though everyone knew what they were doing right after college, I didn't. I was really hoping by the time I graduate that I would find my real family and live happily ever after. Yeah I know a little corny and all, but I feel like the Rapunzel movie. Since the family I thought was mine wasn't actually and I don't know who my real family is, but its not like I'm some sort of singing girl with magical hair who was really a princess. A girl can dream.

But until then, I was working at the pub right down the street from school to get money to pay back Dylan and her family for as much they have done and for them also paying for college. They said not to and it wasn't necessary, but it was the polite thing to do. And hopefully to get money for an apartment after school if I don't find my family. School didn't end in 4 more years but I'm like, better to start now and save up. 

Wiping down tables is a lot of work, because I don't have much muscle in my arms. I sighed as the door swung open with more people walking in with the fall air swirling around. Newly changed leaves were brought in, scattered across the floor. High heels click-clacked against the floor and I felt someone stand behind me.

"Annie," the voice said, "I need you to put these posters up all over the city."

I turned and saw my manager and the owner of the pub, Stevie Harper standing there. Stevie was one of those pretty girls who wore pushup bras that seemed to digust me and she always wore high heels. The only thing I like about her were her really pretty blue eyes and at times she was nice. She handed me over a pile of papers with advertisment on the front.

I took the papers from her hand and looked at what it said. Singer Ed Sheeran performing at Harper's Pub, Tuesday 4th of October at 4:30 PM. A picture of Ed Sheeran sat in the middle of the paper with his strumming with his guitar sitting on an amplifier. Great, the last thing that I want in a famous British singer coming and performing. I wasn't saying that I had anything against Ed Sheeran and all, but I wasn't a big fan of the crowd that might be coming. I'm not a fan, Dylan is, and I only like a few of his songs, but I didn't really care who he was though.

"I'm right on it," I stated heading over to the bar. I placed the stack of papers on the counter as I dug around and grabbed my backpack that was hidden in one of the shelves.

" 'Scuse me miss but I would like a coca-cola, please?' Someone asked above me in a very fake man's voice.

"Very funny, Dyl," I stated coming back up and seeing my best friend sitting at the bar. Dylan had crazy red hair that was always in curls and I would beg for, her eyes were super blue and her fair skin had freckles alining her nose.

"Sorry, but I really need that drink," she stated.

"Yes ma'am." I faked a bow and grabbed a glass and the coke nosle, filling the cup up to the top.

"Thank you, madam." She gave me 2 pounds and I put it away in a bank box as she spotted the posters on the counter next to her.

"Oh my gosh! OMG! HOW DID YOU NOT TELL ME!" she yelled making the whole pub turn and look at her with curiousity.

"Sorry, she's just like that," I apologized and everyone went back to what they were doing.

"You didn't tell me that, Ed Freaking Sheeran was performing next week here!" 

"I just found out, so you're the second to know."

"That's good, now I need to find something to wear. OMG, how am I going to do my hair!"

"Dyl, calm down. Its only some singer."

"Some singer? Just some singer?? What if I told you that William Shakespeare was just some writer!"

I gasped, sounding fake offended, "You take that back. He's the best writer of all time!"

"And so is Ed Sheeran...well the best singer thought."

I gave her a loving look. I loved how Dylan was always crazy and weird. And plus if it wasn't for her, I would have pretty much have died from starvation 3 years ago. Someone in a hoodie came up next to Dylan and sat down on the bar stool.

I went over and asked, "What would you like?"

"A beer please," he answered and I swiftly grabbed a beer from the cooler, unscrewing the cap and handing him the beer.

"Thank you," he stated handing me the money and I put it away. He had noticed the posters that sat there too and he asked, "Are you girls fans of Ed Sheeran?"

I turned around and answered, "She is, I'm not. You should've seen her freaking out earlier because of  he's coming."

"Why aren't you a fan?" he asked.

"I'm not really a big fan of his sound. And he seems like one of those celebrities that are stuck up and all."

"Sorry, she's into bands like Green Day and Sleeping with Sirens," Dylan stated.

"Thank you, Dylan," I joked.

"Well sounds like my music isn't appreciated," he said.

"Why your music?" I asked. He pulled off his hoodie and I stared at the man's red hair and looked at his face and I completely made fool of myself by making fun of Ed Sheeran right in front of him.

Oh crap.