It's Never Just Goodbye // Ed Sheeran

Elizabeth Grant

Ed

It had been weeks since I seen Harry. Months, even.

We decided to meet up at an old bar in the midst of New York City. Catch a few drinks, as I was planning drink just water, and hang out like old times. Act as if the famous life was behind us for just a night.

He was sitting at a table in the back. Head down, staring at his phone. Two mugs of beer sat in front of him.

“Hey, man.” I said. He looked up instantly.

Harry stood from his chair, smile on his face. “Dude, hey.” He hugged me. A quick, half hug. “Here I ordered you this.” He handed me a beer. The glass filled to the rim.

“Nah,” I said. Waving off the pint handed over by Harry. Wiggling out of my jacket and slinging it over the chair next to me, I took a seat across from him. “I’m not drinking tonight.”

“Oh, come on!” he pushed it towards. “We have a lot to celebrate.”

I sighed. Not even asking what it was we were celebrating. Taking the glass, “Thanks, man.” I said. Harry shrugged and sipped at his own. The other bandmates were missing. Probably back at the hotel room by now.

“You’re not even legal.” I said. He winked. I bet that’s how he charmed his way into getting alcohol. I rolled my eyes.

The place was packed.

Harry yelled over the people, “You going to that-“ he paused, took another sip, and finished. “Music show?”

“The VMAS?”

“Yeah, that’s it!”

“Yeah, man. They’ve already got my seat set and everything. Performing with Elton John. It’s going to be insane.”

“Isn’t it crazy how far we are now?”

I nodded.

“The bands already working on album three. It’s crazy.”

I laughed, tipping back the glass. Truthfully, the thought seemed to cross my mind every chance I had. How insane it actually was that I went from being homeless to someone that lives in an amazing flat with this much. Making a name for myself.

Same with Harry.

“I can’t believe it.” I admit.

“Sold out shows worldwide…” Harry continued.

“Remember those nights on all those sofas?” I asked. After all, Harry was there those nights where I crashed on endless couches after gigs. He and I were in the same shoes for a while. “Or at my old flat.”

“Yeah. Building with Legos.”

“Hell, I still do that.”

He laughs, “Me, too.”

“When everyone freaked out when we heard What Makes You-“

He cuts me off with a hand. His eyes were squinted as he laughed, “I think I freaked out when One Thing was on the radio.”

“You’ve got that one thing!” I sung.

He answered with, “I can love you more than this!”

“I’m still wide awake! I wanna’ stay up all night!”

“Get out of control!”

“You’re first album had some really intimate song,” I joked.

Harry and I were both laughing. He downed the rest of his drink before asking for another. The music got louder as time went on. Waitresses coming and going, continuing to serve the under-aged Harry. Not carding him once. A night of meaningful reminiscing.