Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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I gently placed my laptop down on the coffee-table in front of us. Ed was sitting on the couch with his guitar on his lap, strumming chords so quietly I had to strain to hear them. We were in his hotel room-mainly because it was a lot bigger than mine-and we had both finished chugging two cups of coffee to try and stay awake though it was mid-morning.

"You ready?" He asked as I got onto the LiveStream website.

"I hope so; it's weird, I'm nervous to play for a crowd that I can't even see," I chuckled to myself.

"You're gonna be great; trust me. Remember, I'm here if you need anything," he assured me and stopped playing his guitar.

A small smile crept onto my lips as I navigated through the website to start a new broadcast.

"We're live in three, two," I counted down and sat next to him on the couch, careful to keep a distance between us so the fans wouldn't start assuming stuff. "You should tweet the link," I suggested to Ed, who put his guitar to the side.

"Why me? This is your LiveStream," he pouted, looking like a five year old that got their favorite toy taken away.

"Your laptop is right there and mine is recording," I teased him, feeling like a mother.

He sighed over dramatically and did what I asked.

"Okay, done," he said, then sat back down and pulling his guitar onto his lap.

Almost instantly, our viewers went from ten to five-thousand.

"Well, hello everyone, I'm Cassidy and I'm sitting here with Ed Sheraton," I introduced us and chuckled.

Ed lowered his head and laughed quietly. "I didn't think you heard that," he mumbled between laughs.

"Tell them the story, Mr. Sheraton." I prompted him. The comments were all saying stuff like "come on you don't even know how to say his name" and "what the hell".

"So, we were at the airport a few days ago and there was a group of, like, six or seven girls there. When we went outside all the girls came up to us and asked for autographs and pictures, which was great! I really appreciate it when you guys take the time out of your day and come to meet us at the airport.

"After all of the girls got their pictures and we were about to leave, this American lady came running up to us-dragging a terrified looking, like, ten year old-and yelled, 'Lauren, go that to the Ed Sheraton guy! You always play that "Speed Bump" song!' We all realized she was talking about 'Small Bump' and practically toppled over in laughter," he smiled and shook his head. "The girl looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole; wherever you are, Lauren, tell your mum she's great."

"Yeah, I know how to say his name, I'm just being what they call 'cheeky,'" I said the last part in a fake British accent.

"Do you have any questions for us?" He asked the screen, and the comments practically exploded. "What's it like being on tour with Ed?" He read and turned to me.

What's it like to be his girlfriend or what's it like to tour with him? They basically have the same answer.

"It's a lot of fun! We hang out a lot and it's been amazing getting to know him; plus, he's a pretty okay performer," I teased and nudged him.

The new comments kept coming in. Some of them were questions, but most were saying things like "get married" and "you two are so cute".

"What's your favorite one of my songs?" I asked him and raised my eyebrows.

"Umm... probably 'Home' or that one that you played me the other day-I don't remember the name," he responded.

I reached for my guitar that was leaning against the coffee table. "Do you guys wanna hear a new song?" I asked the camera. The comments all said 'yes!'. "Actually, I haven't played this one for Ed yet, but I really like it. It's brand-new-so this might be rough-but I'm going to try," I explained and played a chord quietly. "Okay, so this song is called 'Wake Up With Me', I wrote it a few days ago, and I hope you enjoy!"