Ed and Rosie (An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3: Reality

(Rosie’s POV)

I was awoken by the loud, unpleasant shrill of my phone alarm. Panicking, I carefully but swiftly untangled myself from Ed and looked around desperately, finding my phone neglected on the wooden floor; it must have fallen out of my pocket last night. I shut it off quickly in the hopes it hadn’t woken or disturbed him much, then continued to scramble around for something to write on, eventually finding a discarded post-it note, I continued to carelessly scribble down a few words leave it on the table in front of Ed, who was still sound asleep.

I got into the car unwillingly as I rubbed my forehead; trying, and failing, to reduce the pounding of my head. I revved to engine and headed to work, letting out a heavy sigh and swallowing the dry lump in my throat. 

(Ed’s POV)

I let out a small groan as my body slowly started to wake up, feeling a spot of warmth as a small ray of sunlight escaped through the blinds of the beach house. I ran my fingers through my ginger bed head, at the same time extending my body, cracking my neck and my back. Still in a daze, I opened my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings, a small smile starting to appear on my face as I reminisced the happenings of last night. Realising she wasn’t beside me as I last remembered, I shrugged off the sudden feeling of emptiness as I examined the rest of the room,looking - hoping - for some sort of trace that she was still here..or that she even was here. I soon noticed a small,poorly written note on the table and picked it up, intrigued. 

“Thank you so much for everything, would be lovely to catch up again.

-Rosie x”

Below, eleven digits jotted. I smiled at the gesture, although judging by how messy her writing was, I figured she was in a rush or something. I folded up the piece of paper and slid it into my jean pocket.

(Rosie’s POV)

As I sat at my poorly assorted desk, I let out a big sigh and switched on my computer; waiting for it to slowly but surely come alive, similar to my own body. Being a secretary wasn’t the most thrilling of careers, nor was it particularly rewarding, or even, quite frankly, suited for me.. I’m the least organised person I know, and I’m forever getting things jumbled up in the complicated mind of mine, but I had to earn a living somehow and here I was, it was a blessing in disguise to even be here really. Passing on messages and writing down notes wasn’t exactly my calling, but that’s what I had to do so I could afford to, well, live. I wasn’t the most well off, but I just about had enough. I’m not a particular greedy person, though, so it doesn’t really bother me. I tend to keep all that kind of stuff to myself.

My thoughts were interrupted by my co-worker, Daniel. “Rough night?” He chuckled, examining my tired features and static hair, cocking his head slightly. I grimaced light-heartedly, trying to ignore the disgusting sick feeling coming up in my throat. I shrugged it off, Daniel still smiling innocently at the horrific state I was in. 

“Rosie?” I quickly looked up in response to his friendly, soft voice,that now, however, sounded like nails on a chalkboard to my pounding head. “Mmmm?” I questioned, too lazy to use real words. “Do you want to go for a drink or something tonight?” He smiled nervously, awaiting an answer. Secretly thinking of last night’s events, I shook my head lightly. He was quite an attractive man; he had thick, dark brown hair, that was always just the slightest bit messy, along with piercing green eyes, and he always had the slightest bit of 5-o’clock shadow. He was a genuinely such a sweet, welcoming and lovely person and any time before today I might have agreed, but after last night both my mind and my heart were in another place. “Sorry, maybe some other time though. I’m feeling kinda disgusting,” I said, letting out an unconvincing, awkward laugh. A look of disappointment quite obviously went across his face, despite his desperate attempts to hide it. “Ah, alright then,” he muttered weakly, seeming fairly embarrassed, and walked away shyly to return to his work. Some guilt to go with my hangover, fantastic.

That night, I was eager to get into my warm, welcoming bed and have a long night’s rest alone. After a stressful and busy day full of errands and unreasonable requests from my horrible boss, it’s all I wanted.. Well, more or less. As I was brushing my teeth, I heard the hideous beep of my smart phone, telling me I had a text. Realising it could be Ed, a smile spread across my face as I eagerly rushed to my bed, where I had thrown my phone carelessly onto earlier. I looked at my phone, the brightness of the screen painful to my eyes, only to see that the text was from my phone network. Letting out a breathy sigh, and putting my disappointment aside, I placed my toothbrush back into my tiny bathroom and returned to my bed, getting under the thick, but far from luxurious duvet and closing my tired eyes peacefully.