What Goes Up....An Ed Sheeran Mile-High Club Story

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Another airport. Never being big on flying meant that having a boyfriend whose main mode of transportation was, in fact, airplanes, was sometimes a difficult thing to deal with. Airports, with their hustle and bustle, crowds of people, loud overhead announcements and let's face it, never ending wait times, were one of your least favourite places. You were currently camped out in the world's most uncomfortable chairs, after yet another flight delay, waiting for your phone to charge enough actually provide some desperately needed entertainment. You stretched your arms up, your legs out and your neck sideways, when from your left you heard what might be one of your favourite sounds in the entire world; your boyfriend's giggle.

"Have you seen this video??" Ed asked. "This bloke must have crashed off that bike 3 times!"

As you shook your head no, you couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. His penchant for random YouTube videos knew no end most of the time, especially when long waits and travel were involved. He looked back down at his MacBook, and you took that opportunity to enjoy the view (a frequent occurrence, now that you think about it). Sometimes you didn't know where to look first. His clear blue eyes that you had a tendency of losing yourself in? The smile that lit up his whole face? The precious dusting of freckles that were sprinkled across his cheeks (why he was so self-conscious about them you would never know)? Or his sweet, soft, perfectly pink lips? Then there was his hair. That fluffy, soft mop of beautiful Gingerness that if you had a choice? You'd never keep your hands out of. It was currently sticking out in all directions with his favourite Beats headphones squashing it down, but the way the light was hitting it...so pretty. So sexy.

Of course, you knew you were for sure NOT the only one who had developed a healthy appreciation for the beauty of the Ginger Boy sitting next to you, not by a very long shot. Millions of girls, both young AND old would kill for the chance to experience just a teaspoon of what you two shared. You had known Edward Christopher Sheeran since you were grade schoolers, long before his voice and his lyrics became famous the world over. Platinum records, world records, sold out stadiums, and now even a Grammy winner, his face and his voice were known and adored by millions of people. More than a little selfishly, though, you enjoyed being able to say he was yours. It may have taken a long time, but the day you both suddenly realized that maybe what you shared was more than just best-friendship...it was the best day of your life so far. Everything had changed, and you wouldn't go back for a single second.

One of the things that you loved the most about him, even before that love was, well, "in-love", was how big his heart his. He never thought twice about making time for other people, and finding the one thing that would make someone smile or brighten someone's day. He was the least selfish, most positive person you knew, and the fact that none of that had changed in the slightest despite his mind-staggering fame, was one of the things that made him such a catch. The screaming crowds, millions of fans, and never-ending media was something you weren't sure you would ever be accustomed to, but in spite of all of that, he was just Teddy. Your Teddy.

He was sitting crookedly in his chair, one leg tucked under him, and wearing one of your favourite sweaters, a soft gray one that he had currently pushed the sleeves of up his forearms. His glasses were sitting low on his nose, and as he absent mindedly shoved them back up his face, you couldn't help but think how absurdly sexy the damn things were. He hated them, would probably burn them if given the chance, but the poor boy was blind as a bat without them, and so they stayed. You could never keep track of which pair of sneakers would find their way to his feet on any given day, he literally must have HUNDREDS of pairs, but the red ones he was wearing today were definitely your favourites. Add in those tight black jeans, and the colorful ink on his arms that was peeking out from his pushed up sweater sleeves...Damn. If you weren't sitting in airport right now...