Its You, they add up to.

~(One Direction/Ed Sheeran Fan Fiction) This story is a little bit different, its a fan fiction of Ed Sheeran when he was 17 (the time he wrote "Little Things") and it will go between his P.O.V when he was 17, and then One Directions thoughts through out the time of releasing the song. It's a little different, and maybe a little confusing at first, but I hope you all like it! The more comments I get, the faster I update!

I really actually like this one, so please don't let the rubbish above stop you from reading it...

(Also, it would be lovely if anyone knows how to make youtube video's..I would love some previews of my fanfics, if you know anyone, let me know pllleeassee)


10. Darlin'

"You'll never treat yourself right 


But I want you to.." 

17 y/o Ed's P.O.V

"How long have you known?" We were now sat at her table, her opposite of me. She couldn't even look me in the eyes and have a normal conversation with me. 

"Uhm.." She took a shaky breath, and inhaled the air around her. The stiff with tension air. "I had a feeling for.." She grabbed her hair in her hands, and just let the tears fall down her face. I wanted so badly to run over, and hold her and tell her everything would be alright. But she hid this from me. "...about a month." A month? A month!?! She had a feeling for a month, and didn't even tell me. Well, this explains her distance I guess, but no. No. It doesn't explain anything! She should of told me.

"And I'm just now finding out?" She shot her head up, and gave me the most hateful glare I had ever seen. "I just found out to Ed! I said I had a feeling. I've been sick, and all this weight gain, and I'M SORRY OK? IM SORRY! I'M SORRY THIS IS GOING TO RUIN EVERYTHING FOR YOU! THIS ISN'T EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED EITHER." Was she really the one yelling? She was yelling at me? What did I do? Worry for her to much? Care for her too much? What did she want from me? I just sat there. My chest moving in a inward, and outward motion from my heavy breathing. I wasn't mad at her, I was hurt. Why hadn't she just told me? We could work through this together. 

We're a family now. 


Zayn's P.O.V

My phone keeps buzzing in my pocket, and I keep ignoring it.I bring the burning drink back to my lips, and gulp it all down. The heavy beat from the music making even more vibrations against my body. My head is pounding with a headache, and it will be worse tomorrow, I know that for sure. So, I do what any other person trying to rid their headache would do. "Another please?" I slide the empty glass back across the counter, and the bartender picks it, putting to the side, and fills a fresh new glass with the caramel liquid. I don't know where the lads have gone. They all went off in opposite directions somewhere. I stayed in place, just drinking away the stress from being a pop star  I know what you're all thinking. "Oh don't be so dramatic! Being a pop star can't be that hard!"  I'm not complaining, but do you know when the last time I actually had a proper amount of sleep was? When I got to have a few days off with my old mates? I can't even go to the store and buy bloody butter without it being in sugarscape the next day! I'm grateful for my life. I do enjoy it, but sometimes it does get a bit much, but im not complaining about it. 

I finish off another 3 drinks off the burning liquid, before asking for a new drink. This time, I'm doing shots. "One should never do shots alone, ya know!" I hear a voice come from behind me, and I'm meet with  a...well...I can't even make out what I'm met with. At this point in the night, everything to me right now is a blur. "Oh yeah? Why don't you join me then!" I yelled back to the figure, and just laughed. They giggled and sat down next to me. We began our count down, and threw the shots back. I don't feel like Zayn Malik right now, I feel like Zayn. Does it make sense? I don't know. It doesn't make sense to me right now either. I'm laughing for no reason at all, and reach down and touch the shoulder of the person I'm with. "So, what's your name?" I can feel warmth against my ear, and it feel wet all of a sudden. Did she just lick my ear? "Its Danica. Nice to meet you." I smile at her, and nod. Danica. I like it. It has a sort of ring to it, its very pretty. "Ok then Daaaaaaaanica, would you like to dance?" She laughed slightly, and pulled me from my seat. "If your capable of it, I would love to." 

I danced with Danica for about an hour, and my phone buzzed from my pocket at least 10 more times within that time period. I just wanted to have fun, I didn't get to very often. I could feel Danica's curves, and noticed she was very fit. When the alcohol in my system started to burn out, I became aware of my surroundings  worried all of a sudden. 

I wasn't at the club any more. 



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