Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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"Cassidy, I'm not going to let you just lay here all night," Ed tells me as he's walking around our hotel room getting ready for something.

"Why not? I'm perfectly fine here where I have chocolate and a TV," I protested and grabbed the remote. When I turned on the TV there was some show about cats on, and I felt at home.

"Those people were dicks and are wrong," he assured me.

"Your opinion is biased, theirs isn't," I shot back, staring at the TV and the cats.

He sighs then grabs the remote from where it's sitting next to me and switches off my show.

"We're going out. You're going out. We leave in fifteen minutes," he instructs me.

I flip over on the bed and sigh over dramatically. "I don't want to go," I whine like a three year old.

Ed looks over at me, his eyes full of something I can't identify, and comes and sits on the bed next to me. "I know what they said hurts-it has happened to me-but from personal experience," he grabs my hand, "sitting inside and thinking about what they said makes it worse. Plus, this can be our first party as a couple."

That caught my attention. "'As a couple?" I repeat and sit up.

"Yeah," he smiled slightly, "it's about time I show you off." And he gently pecks me on the lips.

"Do I need to dress up?" I ask and start to get up.

"I'm just wearing this," he motions down at the jeans and t-shirt he's wearing, "but you can if you want. I mean, there's going to be some people there, but they're not really famous or anything."

I shrug and walk over to my suitcase. Since I planned on doing nothing all night, I'm wearing sweatpants and a huge t-shirt, but that obviously won't work for a party. Looking down at my jumble of clothes, I see a dress that looks relatively clean, so I grab it and run to the bathroom-assuring Ed I'll be "ready in five" as I go.

My makeup-free face caught my attention in the mirror as I slipped on my dress; the dress was blue and white. Actually, my hair didn't look too bad (for a change), so I just ran my fingers through it and started my makeup. After I finished (in record time for me), I went back out to get my heels.

"Please don't wear heels. I look like a hobbit as it is," Ed practically reads my mind as I was going through my suitcase.

I shot him an annoyed look, but gave in and grabbed a pair of flats. "Are you ready?" I asked as I slipped on my shoes.

"Wow, that's the fastest I've ever seen a girl get ready," he said under his breath as he grabbed our room key. Then he opened the door and followed me out.

"So, where are we going?" I questioned him once we were alone in the elevator. There weren't a lot of people at this hotel-which was odd.

He pulled out his phone and smiled at something, then said, "A friend of mine is in New Zealand and he invited me to this club. He's cool, don't worry."

Then the elevator dinged, signaling that we were at the lobby. Ed didn't say much as we got into a car; he just kept checking his phone and texting someone.

The ride to wherever we were going was short and quiet. Ed was still on his phone-and he was generally quiet when there was a driver with us-and I just looked around the city. Wellington is really pretty at night! I've never really heard of this place before we got here, but I love it; there are so many lights and everyone looks like they are having a great time. If it was up to me, I would move to New Zealand and just go everywhere.

Suddenly, the car started to slow down and there were an explosion of flashes.

"What the hell is this?" I mumbled and shielded my eyes.