Like Coming Home - A Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran Fanfic (In Progress)
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  • Reads 121,047
  • Votes 1,672
  • Parts 37
  • Time 9h 47m
Ongoing, First published Aug 20, 2013
After a string of failed relationships and heartbreaks, Taylor Swift has finally learned to be emotionally independent and stand on her own two feet, vowing the next time she dated a man, she would take a completely different approach and not be needy and desperate for his love like she'd been accused of by more than one ex. Ed became one of her best friends on tour, hilarious, but blunt, sweet and honest in a way that could be taken to heart but not offensively. Taylor's no idiot, she knows that Ed has feelings for her but she refuses to acknowlege them because of her paralizing fear that dating would ruin their friendship. Plus, he wasn't her type. He was actually nice. 
Can Ed break through all of her walls and convince her to give him a chance?
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I first met him at a concert, he was opening for Taylor Swift. We met again at a bar and he gave me his phone number. That night changed everything for me. But the fear of being seen, especially because he was famous and I was not, was hard to handle. Will I be able to love Ed forever or is my fear of the unknown too much to handle? And when I do learn to love, when I realize that I deserve love, will everything tumble down around me? The love we had was strong, hotter than tendrils of red fire, more beautiful than sunsets. The love we had was afire love.