It's Never Just Goodbye // Ed Sheeran

That's Our Thing

Ed

“I have to meet Jake, Ed. I can’t…” She tells me. I asked her to attend the wedding with me. You could see her grow tense. “And you have to get to LA.”

“No, I don’t. I was going to go to this wedding anyway.”

“Ed, your friends don’t like me.”

“Sure they do!”

“I’m not stupid. They hate me.”

“They’re just not used to change.” I state and I guess she believes me. She believes me and she forgives me for the shit I’ve put her through the month before. She packs her things, calls Jake and tells him she can’t make it, and we’re on our way to my flat.

Alice

“Are you positive you can watch him?” I ask her. Praying she says no and I’d have to stay home. Oscar swigged a mouthful of milk from the container and grinned at me.

The wedding was today. A dreadful, cold March day. The wind chopped against our apartment’s window and I swear I got chills no matter if I was inside. He was smiling at me because he knew, finally that the day was here, and I really didn’t want to go.

She held Finley and smiled, “You have to go, baby. I would go if I were you.”

“I won’t be able to make it home tonight, mum.” I say. Drawing my words out, my eyes wide, warning her. Please, I beg her through my thoughts, Say you can’t handle it. “They’re holding the wedding about an hour away and after the reception is over, it’s going to be too late to drive home.”

“We’re getting a hotel room.” Oscar chimes in.

My mother nods and Finn grabs for me. She says, “Honey, you have to go. Kim and James are your best friends. You must go.”

“I don’t even have anything decent to wear.”

“Decent? The dress you have on is just fine.”

“You look beautiful, my dear.” He says as I grab my purse and string it over my shoulder. I’ve barely gave him a sudden glance all day, but I can see that he looks relatively nice. A suit on and topped with his black hair slicked back.  

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

My mother stands by the door with the baby in her arms. She’s really pushing for me to go and I’d have to now. It was too late to back out. She kisses me on the cheek before I escaped through the door. “Have fun, you two!”

“Should you not wear white to a wedding?” Oscar asks as I climb in the car. I shrug and reply, “It’s not white. It’s a subtle red. And I plan on changing before the reception.”

“The reception? We’re going to the reception?” He asks. “And who changes before the reception?”

“Just for a little while. And I’m fucking with you, you idiot. I’m not changing.”

“Alice, I really don’t want to. It’s freezing out and-“

I shake my head, “We are going.”

“I see.”

I had a plan, you see. Something I thought of in the shower. I’d search for Ed and pin him against the wall. Declare he talk to me longer than a few minutes. He’d be forced to. I’d tell him – and while a wedding isn’t the right time, I needed to get it off my chest. He’d flip out, go home, and think about everything.

I had everything set in stone.

He’d see me, I’d tell him, and we’d miraculously fall back in love. Leaving Oscar and his girlfriend to find another significant other. We’d raise Finley together and dance the night away at our own wedding.