Wake Me Up (Ed Sheeran FanFiction)

beginning

"Hayley, I have something to tell you..." I can feel his nervousness, whatever he was going to say it wasn't good. The sun shined over our park bench, I could hear birds singing just above all the noise of the happy and energetic children around us.

"What is it, Ed?" I finally asked. He clears his voice, bites his lips and tries to gain a few more seconds before saying the words that may have haunted him for hours.

"I think you need to see this..." he pulled out his iPad and showed me a picture: Harry kissing some girl in, what it looked like, a party. Her hands in his face, her lips pressed into his. How I miss that simple touch, it's been months since the last time I did that but he couldn't say the same, I guess.

I collapsed, blinked my eyes just to be sure that I'm seeing this. A tear streamed down my face and I couldn't help it. Quickly hide my feelings from, the now worried, Ed, but it was too late. With my hands on my face, repetitive balancing my head to shake off my thoughts. Even the weather sifted from bright blue to dark grey, what it seemed to be a good day apparently became the worst.

"I'm so sorry, Hayley. I'm sure Harry didn't mean it." I heard Ed's voice but I couldn't erase all the warnings that suddenly became real and true, everyone told me this would happen but I was blinded by love, by those green eyes.

"I can't believe I really thought that with me it would be different, that he'd change." I stand up, ready to leave, ready to cry my heart out from that information. Even though I felt like screaming, I was losing my voice, my knees were weak and I don't know if my blood was filled with anger or sadness.

"I'm sure he has an explanation for all of this- "

"You mean excuse" I cut his best friend speech, spear him the guilt of defending his mate mistake.

"No, Hayley. Harry truly loves you, I know it." he hugged me "Are you okay?" he whispered like the soft breeze blowing my hair in this autumn day.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to be, hopefully." I managed to answer. I can't even imagine what happiness is when all I thought was happiness was being with Harry, next to Harry, that was my happiness.

I'm feeling strange, like the air is heavy, my heartbeat was as fast as the time that Harry took to forget me. Ed was looking at me, he wasn't cool with what his friend did because it wasn't right and now he has to deal with a broken heart. Picking up the shattered pieces like leaves on the ground, dead and worn out but everyone.

"Tomorrow you'll work this out."

"Tomorrow." I thought. A part of me laugh of that expression, how could tomorrow be better then right now? In fact, it will be worse.

I don't know if I want to hear Harry say "I'm sorry" when I know he's not, I don't want him to look me in the eyes and realize I've been crying. Why would I want to talk to him? He shouldn't have kissed that girl, he's the one who should talk.

"Thank you, Ed. But I need to be alone right now, if you don't mind." I tell him, anxious to turn around and go home. I can't even look him in the eyes, so ashamed to believe in that jerk I love.

"Sure, call me if you need anything." he grabbed my hand in a act of kindness, placed his other hand on my chin and force me to look into his calmed blue eyes. "I'm here for you."

"I believe you" I thought to myself. These are the moments they tell you about, that define a true strong friendship, these intense looks that mean more than any word and any act. I pulled down my knitted sweater, hunched my shoulder and nodded.

I kissed him goodbye and walked away. I looked around and I find myself surrounded with happiness but I don't feel happy. Trying to stand tall but I can't avoid the horrible thought in my mind: "You mean nothing to him."