Lego House (Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I turned to look at him, a sad look in his eyes and I held my breath. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I just told him everything.

"I'm sorry. I think you should go," I told him, blinking to block the tears from coming out.

"Annie, what's wrong," he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Is it about what you told me?"

I nodded and placed my hand over his, taking it off my shoulder and I held it there between us. I squeezed trying to stop the tears from coming out. He pulled me into a hug and right then and there I sobbed into his chest. I can't believe this guy who I just met yesterday, who I didn't like, is holding me while I cry over my painful past that I just told him everything about.

"Shh, its okay," he tried to soothe me but I just cried harder, his shirt was obviously soaked right now. He took my face in his hands and wiped a tear that escaped from my eye and came flowing down my cheek.

"Why don't I help you," he said.

"Help me with what?" I asked confused.

"Why don't I help you find your real family."

I looked at him, my eyes wide and obviously red. I was about to open my mouth when he interupted.

 "Yeah you're probably thinking, why would someone I just met want to help me. But I want to, if I was in this situation I'll literally die wanting to know."

"Okay, but if we find anything weird or outrageous, don't thin 'I told you so'," I told him.

"Don't worry about that."

I heard the front door open and close and my eyes few wide again.

"Annie? You home?" I  heard Dylan asked, her feet moving through the apartment.

"Hide," I half- whispeared.

"Where?" he asked in the same tone. I looked around and then spotted my closet and I shoved him in there and closed the door, praying that Dylan wouldn't find her celeb crush in our apartment.

"Annie," she said coming to my room. I stood there casualy, acting as if I was looking out my window which was right next to my closet.

"Hey Dyl, how was your mum?" I asked, hoping my tone of voice wouldn't give away something.

"Good, she wants to see you soon," she stated, walking into my room and plopping down on my purple bed. And I groaned silently in my head.

"Why don't we go now and see her?" I asked.

"An, I just came back from there and I'm exhausted," she complained, laying down in my bed.

"Why don't you go to bed? In you room?"

"Your bed is more comfier." Curse my comfy bed, it really was comfy and I could sleep in it for days. I just want her to get out of my room, or anywhere other than here so I can silently sneak Ed out without her fangirling. 

"Then lets go buy yourself a bed like mine." I started to play with my fingers.

She sat up straighter and asked, "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing."

"An, I've known you for years. I noticed when we took you in that you always play with your fingers when you're hiding something."

"I do not!" I protested, hiding my hands behind my back.

"So who is he?"

"Who?" I asked in a fake tone, hoping to her that I was telling the truth when it wasn't.