Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

5

This is exactly like the movies: the girl runs away in the middle of the night to follow her forbidden dreams. I set my alarm for five in the morning, and had my guitar and some clothes ready. After I made sure that both of my parents went to bed, I snuck downstairs and put a note on the kitchen table telling them that I was in Louisville and I would be home soon. My parents probably won't even be worried, they don't really care about me. It's not like they mistreat me, but they just don't get it. They don't understand that not everyone wants to go to college and that getting all A's isn't the key to life. I know Ed understands that, and that's why I'm so excited to go and spend more time with him. I don't really want to "runaway," but I feel like I'm forced to. There is no way that I am not taking the opportunity that Ed gave me; no matter what my mom says. So, I grabbed my duffel bag and guitar case and started going downstairs.

Who knows when I will see this house again? Maybe the tour-life is for me, and I will never come home. Oh, I hope I come home! This is where I grew up; I took my first steps right down the hall, I got my first guitar in that room on Christmas morning. There were so many memories, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to let go of them, but I need to stay focused. I am going to live my dream, and even though this place is a part of my story, I need to think about the real goal. My phone vibrated, and I saw my alarm was going off telling me that I needed to leave. There is a bus station in downtown Detroit that had a bus that went directly to Louisville leaving at 7:00 this morning. Meghan said that she would pick me up when I called her last night and told her about my plans, but who knows if she will actually follow through.

I walked down the stairs slowly, making sure that I didn't make them creak because my parents were such light-sleepers. There were tears in my eyes, but I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm; I will be back here soon. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I started sobbing. Even though I muffled my cries with the sleeve of my coat, I kept looking up at my parent's door: seeing if they were awake and if they were coming to get me. After taking a few deep breaths, I walked through our foyer and to the front door. With my hand on the doorknob, I whispered, "Bye Mom and Dad. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble. I love you." Then sprinted out the door.

Sure enough, Meghan was sitting in her car with her headlights off in front of the house. I sighed in relief when I saw her, and ran over to her; she would know how to make me feel better.

"Hey, how are you?" she asked me as I opened up the passenger door. "Wait that's a stupid question, sorry."

I smiled and sat down in the passenger seat, putting both of my bags into the backseat. "It's not stupid. I'm okay, just a little frazzled." I smiled at my snow boots.

"Yeah, that's understandable," she nodded and looked at me for a minute, still parked in front of the house. "How long are you leaving?"

"I don't know, maybe a week, or just a few days. It all depends on what happens and if I want to keep gigging out there," I sighed and looked at the house again. There was a blanket of snow covering the roof and front lawn where my mom would spend so much time during the summer planting flowers and picking weeds. If I was bad that day, she would tease me and tell me that if I didn't act better she would make me pick every single weed in the whole neighborhood, and after that I would usually behave; oh how I miss those times.

"I hope Ed isn't a jerk. He doesn't seem like one but that may have been an act," Meghan replied and turned on the car.

"He isn't, that couldn't have been an act, he isn't that good of an actor. Besides, if he is terrible I will just be coming home early, but if I don't come home then that means that he's in love with me and we are in the Caribbean on our honeymoon," I smiled and she laughed.