Something Beautiful (Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

Chapter 4

"Hey Ed, are you coming to the party with me tonight" I yell from my window to Ed's. He's sitting with a guitar a few steps from his open window.

"Yeah, I guess so, what time is it on though?" He asks.

"It's starts at seven I think. So two hours from now"

"Okay, my mum's out of town for the weekend, so I guess I can do whatever", he says with a grin.

"Ahh, I should probably tell mum I'm going. She'd go apeshit if I told her I was going to a party a minute before I leave"

"Go ask her", Ed says

I run down the stairs and find mum in the kitchen. She's baking choc-chip cookies.

"What's the occasion?" I ask her

"Nothing, just thought you kids might like them", she says.

"But you hate cooking! Anyway can I go to a party tonight?"

"Who are going with?" She asks, somehow she seems to have turned to a bad mood within seconds.

"I'm going with Ed", I say, matter-of-factly.

"You two have been spending a lot of time together this week",she says.

"Yeah I suppose we've become close, neighbours and the same age and all...", I tell her. I haven't told her about our relationship yet. I will when the time is right.

"And talking at night when you're supposed to be asleep", she says, hitting me with a tea towel.

"Can I go mum?" I ask like a five year old. Practically begging her.

"I suppose so. But be back before eleven, and don't get drunk. I swear, if you come home drunk I will kick you out of this house. I'm dead serious Kia, after what happened last time, this is your last chance!" She says giving in.

"Thank you mummy!" I say giving her a kiss on the cheek and skipping back up to my room.

I believe the 'last time' my mother is referring to is the time my drinks got spiked. I didn't even know, but I drank too much, came home and threw up. Mum wouldn't believe that the drinks were spiked. She doesn't believe me very often. She thinks I'm the problem child. I couldn't really care less.

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The party is at one of my old friends houses. There's a shit load of alcohol and a few bottles of coke. For the non drinkers, like myself.

I spend most of night walking around by myself. Ed has found some of the friends he made through the week. In their drunken state they seem pretty amazed that his hair is bright orange. I'm starting to think I should have bought this shirt I saw last week when I was shopping with Lily. It was white with blue sleeves and bore the words 'Walk up to the club like what up I have social anxiety and I want to go home'. That's pretty much me. I always forget how awkward I am in large groups of people. But I always leave wherever I am thinking I had a great time and wanting to go back. I dont really understand it.

Some girl that looks like a cake faced twelvie comes up to me and tells me to get some beer into me, and that I'm being a 'goody two shoes' not drinking. She doesn't realise that my life at home could be ruined if I do drink. She grabs a can of beer, shakes it up, and sprays it all over my favourite green shirt. I lose my temper, slap her in the face and go and find Ed. There must be a few hundred people here, but it's easy to spot his messy head of hair in the crowd. He sticks out.

"I'm leaving", I tell him "Some twelvie sprayed beer all over me, and I'm not in the mood for any of this anyway."

"I'll come with you", he says. We grab our stuff from from the lounge room and head out the door. It's cold and windy, but I love it compared to the noise of the party. It's only 9:30, but I feel like just sleeping for days at the moment. It's a fifteen minute walk to get back home. Ed tells me to text him if I need him, gives me a quick kiss and heads inside.

Mum is still in the kitchen when I walk in the door. For someone that hates cooking, she spends a lot of time in the kitchen.

"Hey honey, you're home ear... Kia you promised me. You promised me you wouldn't drink!" She goes from kind to scary in a matter of seconds. I can barely get a word in. She smells alcohol and she turns into a monster.

"Mum I didn't, some idiot-", I try to speak, but she won't let me.

"Get out of my house Kia. You've had your chances! Get out!" She yells at me.

I storm out the front door. I sit on the doorstep and burst into tears, trying to work out what to do. I remember that Ed is next door by himself, so I drag myself next door.

When he answers the door I collapse into him, staining the shoulder of his shirt with tears.

"Kia, what happened?", he asks, sounding bewildered, but caring.

"Mum... She won't believe.. She won't believe I didn't drink. She smelt the beer and.. And she said it was my last chance.. She chucked me out.... I've never on purpose drank in my life! She won't listen to me", I blubber.

"I promise you, I will make sure everything is ok", he whispers in my ear.

We go up to his room and he plays me his song again. We sit on his bed for a while, me still crying uncontrollably, and him just holding me. No matter what has happened, in this moment I feel safe. I feel loved, like he means every word he's ever said to me. He makes me believe that everything really will be ok.

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I wake up the next morning with Ed in his bed. I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, but judging from the clothes strewn around the floor I have a fair idea.

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I know it's short but it's a chapter! And it's for you! You know who you are! Ti amo :) xxx