Ed and Rosie (An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Escape

 As the bonfire furiously blazed with flickers of orange and yellow, the rest of the beach remained calm. Serene. The waves crashed gently against the shore, as if planting small kisses upon the sand.  As I looked up, I saw a beautiful, indigo sky dotted with white stars that seemed to sparkle and misty clouds slowly drifted around the sky. It was amazing out here, almost surreal. I shivered, rubbing my arms with my hands; it was starting to get cold, but I didn’t want to leave. I was captured by everything around me. I let out a big sigh, realizing that sooner or later, I would have to get back into my car and drive home, back to my ordinary life. I liked coming out here. It made me feel at peace. All the work and the stress, gone for one night. No one around to tell me what to do. No phone reception. No interruptions. Just me, being lost in my own thoughts. 

“What are you doing out here so late?” I heard a voice behind me, so much for no interruptions. I turned around and saw a red-headed man in a hoodie and jeans walking towards me; guitar in hand, rucksack over his shoulder. He was walking slowly, nervously- almost cautiously. “I was just going anyway,” I muttered as I stood up and faced him properly, I started to take small footsteps towards my car, parked only metres away - I was slightly annoyed that this stranger had interrupted my night alone, although I still had a little time to savour my beautiful surroundings. “Awh, stay!” He pleaded, as a flicker of disappointment flew across his face. I looked at him strangely, waiting for an explanation. “I mean..” He continued, a hint of a stutter in his voice. “Look, I know this sounds weird and I know we don’t really know eachother but like, I was kind of hoping to talk to someone about something, and you seem pretty cool..” I studied his face. He seemed honest, sweet, kind. I knew it was risky, staying out in the middle of nowhere, with a stranger, alone, at this time of night - but something about him just made me trust him. I felt safe.

He politely gestured towards the wooden logs placed by the fire that was slowly but surely starting to dim. I gave him a slight smile as I sat down, re-adjusting to the uncomfy, natural ‘furniture’. He sat down beside me uneasily, seemingly getting a bit nervous. “So what is it you wanted to talk about?” I asked, suddenly intrigued in what he had to say. “I don’t really know where to begin, if I’m honest” he choked slightly on his words and sighed deeply. “I just..” He struggled with his speech a little, trying to find the right words. “see I’m a musician - I’m not very well known at the moment, most of the time I’m just sort of playing so-called gigs at local pubs,” he paused for a second, a hint of a smile appearing on his perfectly shaped lips. “-but I just do it because I love it. The thought of making people smile with a song I wrote is just - it’s amazing really, I couldn’t ask for anything more.” I looked at him curiously as I waited for him to continue. “I’m just terrified of letting anyone down. Terrified. I would love to become well known and do massive gigs. I’d love to make that many people happy and that many fans supporting me, but what if it never happens for me? Then I’ve wasted so many people’s time. People who have put up with me and tried to help me pursue my dream, I just don’t want all of that to be wasted..” He was looking straight at me now, his pale blue eyes now tainted with sadness and fear. I unlocked my arms from eachother as goosebumps started to rise up onto my skin, and reached my hand out, resting it on his shoulder reassuringly. “If you want it as much as you say you do, you’re not going to let anyone down,” it wasn’t much, but it’s all I could manage to say and he seemed to appreciate it; a wide smile started to appear on his face, a dimple emerging on each cheek. Right there and then, all I wanted was to kiss him. Something just drew me to him. I couldn’t help it, there was something so beautiful about him, so honest, selfless and just all around sweet. It wasn’t until he spoke that I realized I had been looking at his lips. “I’m Ed, by the way,” he chuckled; he’d obviously noticed, and I could feel my face hating up. Trying my best to conceal it, I gave him a brief, innocent smile before looking down. “I’m Rosie.”

There was an awkward silence, and I could feel myself turning a bright crimson. Ed shuffled closer, cautiously putting his arm around my shoulders. “You alright there?” I could hear by his tone he was smirking a little. My head was rested on my knees now, my long dark hair falling either side so my face was hidden. Ed started to bury his face in my fair, tickling me slightly with his nose, causing me to let out a childish giggle. I turned my head to him and we caught direct eye contact. For a moment, it felt like we were locked. I’d only met him several minutes ago, but it felt like I’d known him forever. We kept perfectly still for what seemed like a lifetime, neither of us looking away.