Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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"Wake up!" I whispered impatiently as I knocked on Ed's hotel-room door, bouncing on the balls of my feet. We need to leave for the airport soon, but I need to talk to him about what just happened now. There wasn't an answer at his door, though. I know he's in there-it's 6:00 AM-but he's decided to be an ass and not open the door. After a minute more of waiting, I knocked one more time, making sure to be extra loud. Finally, the door swung open and he stood there with messy hair, glasses, and sweatpants on.

"We don't leave for the airport yet, right?" He asked and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.

"Yeah, but we're leaving soon, I think. Anyway, I want to tell you about something," I explained and smiled.

He mumbled something under his breath, then stepped out of the doorway. I rushed inside and unlocked my phone that I had in my hand; he isn't going to believe what just happened.

"Guess what I woke up to this morning?" I asked once he closed the door and sat down on the bed.

"I don't know, it's too early for questions," he groaned and fell back so he was laying down.

I sighed and sat down next to him. "I got a message from Warner Music headquarters in LA. They want me to go to their office in Melbourne when we get there; they said they're serious about offering me a deal," I exclaimed. My finger hovered over the play button of the voicemail.

"Really? That's great! I'm really happy for you," he smiled weakly.

"You're very enthusiastic this morning," I mumbled.

"Sorry, I'm just really hungover," he sighed and rubbed his eyes again.

I smiled sympathetically and walked over to the minibar in the room; they should have orange juice or something to make him feel better. In the fridge there was beer (definitely won't help), Coke, Sprite, chocolates, and apple juice (that will work). After getting a glass from the cabinet next to the fridge, I walked over and handed him the glass.

"Sorry, I don't have aspirin, but this always seems to work," I told him as he looked at the cup of golden liquid.

He just shrugged and took a sip.

"The people at Warner said that I need to get more of a following online but I don't know how to do that," I laid down beside him.

"Hmm..." Ed pondered. "You can release some music-but that takes studio time-or start a YouTube channel."

"It takes too long to get a big following on YouTube. Plus, I don't know anything about video making or editing," I let out a sigh.

"When I was younger I used to do LiveStreams. They're really easy to do and can actually be really fun. All you have to do is set up a camera, play, and answer fan's questions," he suggested.

"That's perfect!" I exclaimed and kissed his cheek. "I love watching LiveStreams-they always look so fun." Then I paused. "Since you suggested-and it's your idea-I feel like we should do it together."

"What? Really? Do you think that's a good idea?" He asked and sat up, then groaned.

"Yeah! It will be better than me just by myself. Besides, it doesn't have to be that long, just enough time to play some music and answer some questions," I assured him.

"Then sure, I guess. Remember you need to pick a time that's good for America and everything, there is a really big time difference," he reminded me.

Then there was a knock at the door and Stuart came into the room saying, "Ed, we need to go," then he saw me and stopped. "Oh, sorry, I-I didn't know you were in here."