Thinking Out Loud // Ed Sheeran

Chapter 2.

Meredith's POV

"Of course! I would love to dance with the Ginger Jesus!" I yells almost passing out from excitement. "No ones ever asked me something like this before. This is the best thing ever." I ramble on.

"Let me put your number in my phone." She says. I gladly whip my IPhone out of my bag and hand it to her without a second thought. "I'm texting myself from your phone so I hve your number. I'll be texting you times, dates, and agreements later after I talk to Ed again." Wow this lady speaks fast.

"Thank you so much. I have to go now, but thank you." I say yet again. I can't help but thank her. She's letting me meet Ed Sheeran. Every dancers dream is to dance with their inspiration, and he's mine.

"Bye. Keep your eyes pealed for the text." She says as I walk off down the hall until I reach the exit door. Pushing it open I feel the cold autumn air hit my bare skin. I guess it wasn't such a great idea to wear my dance cloths out of here.

The parking lot is on the other side of the large building so I must walk in the cold to get to my car. The walk surprisingly isn't as far as I imagined.

Jumping in my black Range Rover I blast the heat and turn up the music on a random radio station. In a few weeks is my 22 birthday. I can't wait and I don't even now why.

I get home in no time hitting no red lights. I smile to myself and close my car door before heading to the lobby of my apartment building.

"Hey Meredith? How was the competition?" John asks. He's the guy that presses the button in the elevator, and my friend. So he already knows my floor.

"Amazing. First place!" I yell hugging him as the elevator begins going up. I live on the third floor. "And guess what else I get to do." I say releasing him from my death grip.

"What?!" He asks.

"I get to dance with Ed Sheeran, and be in his music video all at once." I say spinning around to release some of my stored up energy.

"Oh my lord! What kind of dancing? Like hip-hop dance, jazz dance, ballroom dance?" He asks holding out his fingers to count. I grab his hand to stop him and smile.

"I don't know, nor do I care. Because I get to dance with the Ginger Jesus." I jump just as the doors open. "See you later loser."

"Good luck with that Ed kid." John yells to me as I hop down the halls to the apartment. I can't believe any of this happened. Just imagine, your life inspiration asking to do something you're good at with you.

I smile crazily as I unlock my door and jump in my house. So much hopping and jumping today.

To be honest here, If I had t pick between dancing with Ed, or a scholarship. I would pick Ed. In fact, I can probably get a scholarship off of whatever this is. Even more people would see it... because it's Edward Christopher Sheeran.

Sorry. I know it's short, but I ave so much editing and updating to do today. Poopnugget. Plus I have A SOCCER GAME AT 10:00 AT NIGHT TOMORROW!!!!!!

Love you all     -Hadley