Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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"Hey, are you still going out after the show?" I asked Ed when he was walking past me in the hall, with Mark right behind him. I just finished my set, and he was about to go on. It was the second to last show of the tour, and we were in Tucson, Arizona.

"Eh, I don't think so. I'd rather not be hungover tomorrow when I see my parents. But hey, come by my dressing room later, we can like mess around on the guitar or something," he replied and shrugged.

I agreed to come and then went back to my own dressing room.

"Umm... Who am I getting calls from this weird number and all the messages say that this guy named Stuart needs to talk to me," a text from Meghan read. I saw it when I was sitting in the chair in my dressing room.

I chuckled. "What's the last name?" I typed back and hit send.

"Like Champ or something," she replied.

"Well... Ed's manager is named Stuart Camp, so that might be it," I responded.

"Call me," she texted immediately.

I sighed and dialed her number, she picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Ed's management-or Ed, I don't know-is paying for me to go to LA tomorrow. Are you guys playing there?" She explained.

"Yeah, it's the next show, but I think we have a few days off there," I replied. "But wow! I'm excited now! Ed said his parents were coming but he didn't say anything about you."

"Well I'm coming, I got my ticket in the mail yesterday, and my ticket to the show," she responded. "So what's going on?"

"I told you about Taylor Swift right?" I thought out loud.

"What? No! What were you doing with her?" She demanded. Meghan was a Directioner, so she hated Taylor because she dated Harry Styles.

"She is actually really nice and cool. Ed and I went to this studio in San Fran and she was there and played us some of her new music and we talked for a bit," I explained and smiled.

"Did she mention Harry?" Meghan asked, of course.

"Yeah, actually. She played us a new song of her's and it's about him-I think," I replied.

"That-" she started.

"Don't, I like her," I interrupted. "Her new music is so good and different! It's pop!"

"I thought she was like a," she started talking in a Southern accent, "down-home country singer."

I chuckled, "I guess not anymore."

"Are you exhausted? You sound exhausted," she said, it's like she is reading my mind.

"Yeah, I'm excited to get back," I admitted.

"Take a nap, I'm gonna see you tomorrow anyway," she suggested and I smiled.

"Sleep sounds really good right now," I mumbled.

"Bye Cass, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye."

As soon as I hung up I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

-

I was awoken by tons of screams coming from the stage area: Ed's set must be over. Sighing, I stretched and sat there for a minute; do I really want to get up? Yes, I need to, I convinced myself and got up to grab my guitar and go to Ed's dressing room.

There was no one in the hallway-where is everyone? It was eerie by the time I reached the door with Ed's name on it and went in.

Sitting on the couch was a guy with dark hair and there was a door open on the side of the room. The guy on the couch turned around as I came in, and it was Murray, Ed's cousin.