Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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"Ring, ring," goes my phone and I groan; not again.

"I'm not talking to anyone," Ed mumbles and reaches for me.

Quickly, I reach over and mute my phone, then lay back down. Who could be calling me this early? Whatever, if it's important they'll leave a message, I've learned the hard way that nothing good comes from phone conversations at 4 o'clock in the morning.

Sighing into my pillow, I turn so I'm laying on my side. Great! Now I'm wide awake.

Then I feel Ed's arms come around me and his face snuggling into the crook of my neck.

"When do you have to leave tomorrow-or today?" I whisper.

"Mmh," he says into my skin, "I have to be at a radio station at noon."

"We actually have time for a change," I smile.

"Stuart wants me ready at eleven," he replies and shifts slightly.

"But still, you usually have to leave at seven," I point out.

"Can we go back to sleep-I never get to sleep in," he sighs.

I didn't say anything, but I feel his lips against my shoulder and his breath steadying. Finally, his heartbeat slows down and he's fast asleep again.

Though I feel like I should fall back asleep, I can't. My mind was racing with thoughts of this tour, and Ed, and basically everything that's happened since that meet and greet. Honestly, this is all absolutely insane. If someone were to tell me six months ago that I was going to be touring Australia with Ed, there is no way I would believe them.

I'm so afraid that since everything is happening so fast, it will all just stop at once and I'll be left hanging there. Most people have to work so hard for their record deals-having to release EPs and play hundreds of gigs-and I really didn't. Though I don't actually have a record deal, it's different when you have a labels' attention. Ed's helped me through everything; what will happen when he leaves?

I know that he's touring with Taylor Swift right after this, and I don't want to just follow him around. We don't have the kind of relationship where we have to know what the other person is doing every second of the day (and I want to keep it that way), he does his thing and I do mine, then we get together later.

Our relationship is really weird if you think about it. We met in the most cliche, story-like way and made a lot of mistakes along the way; everything is far from a fairytale. We're both songwriters, so obviously there are going to be a lot of songs written, but they aren't really sappy. When most people think of songwriters writing about their boyfriend or girlfriend it's really cheesy-full of I love you's, stuff you'd never say in conversation-but it's not like that (well yet, at least). I don't know if Ed's even written a song about me, but I know for sure that he'll never play it just for me.

How do people keep relationships going with musicians? They're constantly traveling and doing god knows what else. Maybe that's why all those relationships in Hollywood never last.

Gosh, I need to stop! All I'm doing is freaking myself out. I should be enjoying my time with Ed instead of stressing about when it ends. This relationship has been a roller-coaster, and I'm not ready to get off it.

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I woke up with the bed next to me still warm and the sound of the shower running. The room was still dark, but there was a sliver of light coming from where Ed left the bathroom door open a bit. He was humming something over and over that sounded like it was from an old funk song.

After yawning, I sat up in bed and reached for the bottle of water on my nightstand. Ed's t-shirt pooled around me as I pawed at my eyes; it feels like I got to sleep ten minutes ago.