Baby Sheeran. (One Directin Fan Fic.)

Chapter two- The joy of touring.

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BABY SHEERAN-

"Time of death, 10.17pm, May 29th, 2013. I'm sorry for your loss, feel free to stay here as long as you like with Joseph," The doctor states blankly as he attempts to care for us. I'm sure he does this daily and practices every night. 

Mum and Ed are distraught, I'm not. I guess it hasn't hit me yet. The five boys are still here, just sitting outside, I wonder who they are. 

"When is the funeral going to be?" I hear Ed mutter to our mother, "I go on tour on Wednesday with the boys, so how about the day after tomorrow?" 

"Ed, Isobel, I am going to go to Canada the day after the funeral to stay with Nana. Can Isobel tour with you Ed? She can do correspondence. I can't handle anything at the moment. I'm sorry." Mum blurts out without out moving towards her two children. 

"You heartless cow! How could you do this! Just as your husband dies, you ditch your two children, leaving one to give up school and her friends to tour with her famous brother! How the fuck could you do that! You bitch!" I storm out and barge through the doors and the five boys who are still here.

"Niall, go after her please." I hear Ed briefly say to one of the boys. 

I look ahead and see the cafeteria, I head in that direction as I hear the patter of someone catching up behind me.  

"Is-s-sobel." I hear someone pant out, I'm guessing that it was Niall. I look up to see a blue eyed, blonde haired boy.

"Yes?" I try to say as nicely as I can, but with the mood I'm in, I can tell it didnt work.

"Do you wana talk?" He questions me.

"No, not really."

"Okay."

We sit there in silence till I hear him getting up, "Where are you going..um.." I begin to stutter as I realise I don't know him name.

"Niall." He laughs out, realising why I stopped. "I am just gettin' a drink, do ya want one?" He asks as I realise that he has an Irish accent, cute.

I get snapped out of my day dream by Niall coughing, "Ah, yes please, a green tea would be nice." I smile at him, as he walks off to get our drinks. 

I think I could become to like this boy, he is quite the boy,

Ed's p.o.v-

Mum is distraught, I wonder how Isobel is. We decided that Isobel would come on tour with us, and maybe Mac could come if her parents allowed it. We also began to plan the funeral, it is going to be a private one, only about 50 people due to dad not being that well known and his family all living in America. We also did the dreaded family calls, I still can't believe it. 

My dad is dead.

How.

Yesterday he was telling me that I had to be well behaved on tour during our lunch at Mirandas Diner, and now he is dead.

Gone.

Forever.