Ed and Rosie (An Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: One Night

(Ed’s POV)

I ran my fingers through my hair carelessly with gel, in the attempt to make myself look slightly more presentable. To be honest, I didn’t care too much about my appearance, but it was this big family get together, and although my immediate family were cool, distant members and a family friend here and there would always tut at the state of me. I threw on an old checkered shirt along with some baggy jeans. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I lightly chucked to myself and headed swiftly for the door, running late already.

I got there about twenty minutes late, sweating slightly and breathing heavily. Nice. I walked in, noticing the retro music playing softly in the background, and started to examine the faces in the room. I knew most of them, but there was one girl there who I hadn’t seen before. She was quite pretty in a simple way; she was quite fair and had a few tiny freckles dotted around her face, with wavy, light blonde hair just passing her shoulders and big, brown, innocent-looking eyes. She smiled at me shyly, giggling at the state I was in. I smiled back broadly, giving her a friendly, light-hearted wink before wondering off to another room.

This gathering thing was alright, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about Rosie. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and she’d trusted me completely. We’d gotten along so well and enjoyed each other’s company a lot… for one night. She was gorgeous, friendly and all around perfect, I knew there was no way in hell I would ever end up with a girl like that, and why mess things up? Its better to leave that night as perfect as it was without adding more complications by telling her how I really feel, I would never want things to be awkward between us. I was putting off texting or calling her simply because I just didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to bother her or come off as clingy. I tried to shake all these negative thoughts from my head, rubbing my forehead and taking a swig of my beer while slouching comfortably into the sofa.

Suddenly, I felt a slight bounce as a girl plonked herself next to me. It was the girl from earlier, the blonde one. “Hey,” I said, a smile cracking onto my face. “Hi! I’m Beth.” She replied eagerly, seeming happy. Chuckling at her energy, I replied with “Ed,” holding out my hand to shake with hers jokingly. She held my hand for just a little too long; I noticed her bite her lip ever so slightly as her big eyes scanned across my face, her pupils dilated. Trying to ignore it, I started to make friendly conversation with her.

*about an hour later*

We’d been talking for a while now, accompanied with a few light drinks here and there, and we seemed to be getting along quite well. I was sat with my legs crossed now, as my hands rested on my knees; similarly to her position - both of us facing each other as we chatted. While I was in the middle of my sentence, I got cut off as I felt her hand slowly start to rest itself on mine. Now slightly uncomfortable, I looked down at my now accompanied hand, then away nervously, attempting to keep talking, but stuttering with every word. I stopped completely when her lips managed to catch mine. I frowned lightly, uneasy at first, but started to close my eyes and kiss back; our lips routinely moving together. But then it started to become more passionate. More… intimate. The image of the night before was etched into my head, and I was tasting Rosie’s lips as Beth kissed mine. 

She pulled away, looking at me contently- but the innocence in her eyes was now drained, being replaced with a hint of lust. Remembering who it was, I tried not to make my disappointment too obvious. She grabbed my wrist as she stood up, directing me out of the house as I shuffled along with her, giving others around me awkward little goodbye waves and receiving a few approving nods in return from some of the men. Hating myself at this moment, I swallowed dryly and finished the rest of my beer quickly, hoping to shake off some of the guilt as I got into Beth’s car.

The next morning, I woke up in the wrong bed, opening my eyes to see a sweet looking Beth who was still fast asleep. Looking under the covers at both of our bodies, the happenings of last night were evident. Letting out a distressed sigh, I put my hand against my face heavily and bit my bottom lip hard in angst. What had I done?