Countryside H.S. [R]

•twenty six•

Um, hey... Merry Christmas. I got an iPhone 5s, hundreds of 1D and 5SOS posters, booklets, annuals, CD's etc... I GOT AN ED SHEERAN POSTER AND ITS ACTUALLY SO HOT. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I know it sounds like I'm being boastful, but I'm just overwhelmed that soon it'll be the end of 2k14 and its gone by so quickly. Hope you had a good day and got all the prezzies you wanted + I hope you had a brilliant day.

I wrote this on Christmas Eve at like three am and I'm maybe a little tipsy, so if there are any mistakes... I don't really give a fuck, plus, spell-checker will probably correct half of what I'm saying in case you look and you're like wtf lol.

SOME OF THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN ON MY IPAD, SOME PARTS ON MY IPHONE AND THE OTHER PARTS, MY NANA'S LAPTOP, SO THERE WILL BE ERRORS EVERYWHERE.

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I wake up, with unfamiliar tattooed arms around my waist. I know them tattoos. Iscream at the top of my lungs and turn to see Ed Sheeran. I was so drunk last night that it never fully hit me. He jumps up and looks at me, wide-eyed.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I just stare and he laughs, "oh right, you're a fan," he nods, falling back in relief and I just give a small nod, still stunned at the whole situation. I collect myself and climb out of bed.

"W-would you like a drink? Some water?" I grin and he nods. He thanks me as I walk quickly to the door, I look back at him before waving awkwardly. He smiles, waves, then laughs. I open the door and walk out quickly. I rest my head on the door, sighing.

"Rough night?" The familiar raspy voice grips my heart. Everything that happened last night comes to mind straight away. Guess he's back to cupcake Styles, instead of the arsehole one he seems to be a lot these days.

"Suck a cock," I say, brushing past him. I walk through the living room, then enter the kitchen door. When I get in, no one is there.

"Um, everyone went out," Harry says, from behind me. I ignore his statement and turn on the tap, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard.

"I'm going back to school," I say, pouring two glasses of water.

"Would you like a lift, I need to go back anyway?" He ask and I look at him with the 'are you serious?' Face I pull quite a lot.

"No. I'd rather walk," I say, taking the two glasses and stomping out of the kitchen as he grabs my arm, quickly.

"No hard feelings?" He says. Are you fucking serious, "we can just have a normal teacher pupil relationship, can't we?" He asks. I just throw my glass of water in his face, watching him shutting his eyes. I fill it back up then walk away.

I get into the guest room, slamming the door shut with my foot. I hand Ed Fucking Sheeran a glass of water, smiling.

"What happened?"

"Harry happened-"

There's a chap at the door, as I finish my sentence. I crawl next to Ed, covering my cold legs. Harry floods in after Ed gives him permission.

Ed's POV.. (Don't question it)

"Alright mate?" Harry asks, as I nod.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks for last night," I reply, smiling. It was fucking hilarious. The only downside is, I can't believe how vulnerable Alexa is, no matter how hard she tries to cover it up.

"No bother, thanks for coming," Harry responds, grinning.

"It was great fun, I'm guessing my rides here?" I ask, and he nods.