Lego House (Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

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Oh my gosh! Did I just insult Ed Sheeran right in front of him? Yes I did! I'm so stupid! Well I'm always doing something stupid.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know that was you," I blurted out.

"Its okay, love.  Thats what some performers have to go through," he told me.

"I would never do that! I never insult performers," Dylan said trying to suck up to him.

"Oh, what is your favourite song of mine?" he asked.

"I love them all, but I love Kiss Me and Give Me love are the best."

"Well, I'm sorry for insulting you but we really need to get back to school," I stated as I pulled my fall coat on and grabbing my backpack along with the posters.

"It was really nice meeting you," Dylan stated, hoping out of her seat leaving her drink half drunk.

"It was nice meeting you also, and you Miss Doesn't Like My Music, I'll see you later," he said, winking at me. I just smiled shyly and walked out of the pub, with Dylan beside me. As I walked out of the door, she freaked out on me.

"OH MY GOD!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST MET ED SHEERAN!!!" she screamed which made the few people passing by give us looks. I grabbed her arm and pulled her down the sidewalk with me until I stopped by a phone pole and dropped my bag on the ground. I knelt down and looked through my backpack and pulled out a stapler gun which I stuck a poster with on the wooden pole. 

"And I completely made a fool of myself in front of Ed Sheeran," I groaned as we walked on and stopped at the next pole that came into view. I placed a poster up and stapled it with my little staple gun.

"Maybe he'll write a song about it," Dylan tried to cheer me up.

"Thats what I need, someone to write a song about me and it become a big hit so that I can't go out into public." The last thing I need is someone to go all Taylor Swift on me when I'm trying to just be a normal person.

"Why couldn't you just like his music, it would be much easier to live with you!" she complained.

"Fine, when we get home you would have to let me borrow your CD."

That made Dylan squeal and clap her hands together. She was such a fangirl sometimes, having major crushes on the most hot artists like One Direction and Justin Bieber. I rolled my eyes and we continued walking on.

"So are you going to his performance?" she asked.

"I have to work that day, don't I?"

"Oh, right but can you get me an autograph!"

"Um... why didn't you when we had a surprise attempt of meeting him a few minutes ago and why aren't you coming?"

"I was trying to act my coolness and plus mum wants me to go mother-daughter shopping with her in Paris."

"You don't have coolness and why didn't she invite me?"

"She did, just I forgot to tell you and you already had your work so I kind of scheduled her without you."

I rolled my eyes and kept hanging up the posters around the city with some of the help with Dylan who was now apologizing for not telling me about the trip to Paris, but I didn't really care since they've done so much for me.

"Sorry, please forgive me! The next time we plan something, you'll be the first to know!"

"Don't worry, Dyl. Its okay, you're family has done so much for me and its okay, really it is."

We came to our apartment building and walked in through the front entrance, passing by Ms. McCalister with her pomerianien dog, whose fur changes everyday with the owners outfit. Poor dog that it was a bright shade of pink that matched Ms. McCalister's pink fur coat.

"Hello girls," she greeted us by the mailboxes.

"Hello Ms. McCalister," we greeted.

"Anything gossip worthy happen today at the hizzle!" Ms. McCalister was always up for the latest gossip and tries to act cool since she has a 15 year old grand daughter, Missy. Missy was just a little spolied brat since her parents are distant cousins of the queen.

"We met Ed Sheeran and Annie literally made a fool of herself in front of him," Dylan stated and I could feel my cheeks grow red because of embarressment. 

"Oh wow! Nice going Annie, maybe you'll do that in front of your teacher," the old lady said, I rolled my eyes and clicked the up button for the lift. My foot tapped impatiently on the tiles of the lobby as people walked through the small room. I looked around and took in my surrondings, the mail boxes sat on the wall close to the entrance, with the front desk on the opposite side. And of course Dylan's parents chose the most expensive place to let us live. Above me hung a chadelier that Queen Victoria once owned so long ago. I watched as Dylan continued talking to Ms. McCalister is even when the lift came, I walked in and went up without her. The lift dinged as it went up to each floor and stopped when it finally to floor 7, the floor where our apartment is. 

I stepped off the lift and went to our room which was G9, placed the key in the slot and turning it, opening the door. I walked into the apartment, closing the door and huffed as I placed my back pack  on the dining room table next to the posters that I put there. I walked out of the kitchen into the living room, grabbing Dylan's lap top and going into the iTunes tab. I clicked the first song of Ed Sheeran's, which happened to be A Team, and listened to it started playing. I pulled my iPhone, Dylan's parents also paid for it, out of my pocket as it vibrated with an unknown number as a text.

From : Unknown Number
Hello love, can't wait to see you again

I was confused, I quickly replied back

Who is this?

I placed my phone next to the lap top and found myself singing along when the number texted me back.

The singer that you made fun of, your boss gave me your number.

I groaned, why does everything happen to me?