Ed Sheeran is bad in this story. We all know our teddy would never do the things mentioned in this story, but this is what goes on in my fucked up head. Enough about that. Let's begin.

She is invisible to the naked eye but she sees everything, hears people's dreams, their hopes. Her name is Lila Anderson and her job? To make people fall in love, with a single shot of her arrow. One day she hears the breaking heart of a young man named Edward. He has everything a man could dream of, money, looks, girls, an incredible voice, everything! But he's missing one thing, love. It's up to Lila to find the perfect soul mate for Ed...

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Everyone knows that life can spin on a dime. Adelaide Thompson experiences this first-hand when a tragedy tears her life apart. Suddenly, Addie had no place to stay, no hope of surviving, and nobody to run to until Ed Sheeran came into the picture. As Addie struggles to get past her parents' death, a relationship buds between Ed and Addie. Matters get messy when Ed's horrible girlfriend, Jasmine, gets jealous and decides to take things into her own hands.

Ed. She's gone, he's trying to move on. Alice. She's not as happy as she once was. Nina. She teaches him that romance isn't dead. Oscar. He teaches her that she's ruined a beautiful love.

Gabriella meets the only artist she has ever fangirled about. Things get complicated fast, and soon One Direction are in the mix too. Read on to find out what happens when Ed Sheeran asks this doctor out for coffee.

I couldn't help but know that she would never know me. She would never know my name. Or my eyes. She would never know what my voice sounded like. She would never know that our lips would fit together perfectly. She would never know that we were made for each other. And she would never know that I was falling in love with her by watching her fall in love with him. ┏ All Rights Reserved 2013 © PrincessPlaid Cannot remember name of cover maker; tell me and i'll put it here. ┙

His eyes are blue, bright blue. They seem really innocent, but I know they aren't. Yesterday all I wanted was for him to look at me, know I existed. I loved him so much, but now all I can feel is fear, fear for those betraying blue eyes. I'm afraid of him, afraid of his strong arms with all those childish tattoos on it, knowing they are able to hold me down, to strangle me, to kill me.

The people you see in magazines aren't who you think they are.

through coffee and wonder, love is found