Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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Ed plays the last chord of "Lego House", and lets it ring out, then smiles awkwardly at all of us when we start cheering.

"Now, Ed, it's going to take us a few minutes to line everyone up, so you can do whatever," Johnny says and gets up off his stool and starts directing us.

"Cheers, mate," Ed replies and takes his guitar off. What does that even mean?

Johnny and a few other guys started lining the girls up that were sitting in the back, slowly making their way through all the rows.

"Ed's so cute! I didn't think he was so adorable!" Meghan turns to me and whispers. I know I should be really paying attention to what she's saying, but all I can think about is what Ed said when I asked him my question. Why did he want me to come talk to him?

"Yeah," I mumble. "I'll be back in a second." Then I get up and start walking to where Ed is standing— slightly off the stage looking at his phone.

"Hey, girl, you should get in line. You'll have time with Ed in a minute, but you have to wait in line," a radio-worker calls over to me when they see where I'm going. In response, I just turn and shoot them a look, then look back at Ed. Ed looks up from what he's doing, and his eyes dart between the two of us, then a wave of realization washes over his face.

He starts coming towards me—causing a bunch of girls to gasp—and stops when he's standing right in front of me. He's only a little taller than me, but I still feel tiny compared to him.

"Uhh... I-I don't want to hold them all up. Just stick back at the end of the line then we can have a chat, alright?" He suggests.

"Sure, but I don't want this to be a big hassle for you," I reply and looking into his eyes; wow they're so blue, wow.

"It's not, don't worry," he assures me, then starts going back to where he'll have to pose for the pictures.

Well, okay then. I smile a small smile and retreat to the back of the line, where Meghan is standing.

"What's going on with you and Ed?" She asks and pulls out her cell phone.

"Nothing," I blush, "he just told me to wait and that he wants to talk to me, no big deal."

"Yeah, casual; just a superstar wanting to privately talk to you," she mumbles. "How are you not freaking out?"

I just shrug, but I feel my stomach muscles tighten up like they do when I'm nervous. Am I really not showing how nervous I am? How is that possible? It feels like my hands shake uncontrollably whenever he looks around, when he talks to me I feel like I'm going to pass-out.

Then we all take a step forward, getting closer to Ed. Looking up to the the front of the line, I see two girls going up to Ed with their hands over their mouths. Yeah I don't look like that, but do I really not look nervous at all?

All of the girls in front of us are chatting excitedly. There's almost like a buzz in the room, and the energy is really positive. Everyone is really happy! Ed even looks happy! I'm surprised musicians enjoy doing this type of thing; aren't they here for the music? We're all really passionate about music— not meeting fans—but all the other stuff seems to just come with the job. You can't complain, though. There are other professions that you can do that no one likes, but you're living your dream.

If I were to ever do an interview like this, it would be the most awkward thing ever. I'm one of the most socially-awkward people on the planet. Honestly, how do they do it? I know that they probably get trained for these, but still, anything can happen when it's live.

When I look up, we're halfway to the front of the line. A girl is on Ed's back taking a photo. If I were to do that, my parents would probably kill me.