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...

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11. I'm here

"If I let you know I'm here

for you,

maybe you'd love yourself

like..."

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

"Why are you still here?" Her words hit me in the head, and i fell out of what ever trans I was in. I shook my head, to get rid of all my thoughts, and took one look into those eyes.  I will never get used to how beautiful they are. "I'm not going anywhere. I wish you would of told me sooner. I was worried." My voice wasn't angry, it wasn't happy. It was monotone. No emotion what so ever. I couldn't feel anything, I didn't know what to feel. She chuckled a very dark laugh, and I looked over at her confused. "What is it?" Her evil smile was soon shown across her face. "I hate myself. I hate myself for letting myself, get close to you. But you won't me leave me, right? You're not going anywhere?" Forever is a long, long time. Is this what she's asking me? If I'm staying forever? She can't be, she's the one who wont admit she loves me. I nodded. "If I tell you that I'm not going anywhere, will you please stop being so down on yourself? It drives me insane how insecure you've been." Her head bounced up down, and she walked slowly over to me, sitting on my lap and curling her head into the crook of my neck. "I promise Ed." I whispered sweet nothings into her ear for a few more moments, and she fell asleep.

I walked her to her bedroom, and placed her gently in the sheets. My wind was going over more words to write down. I kissed her temple, and walked back home. 

I had a song to finish. 

*~*

Ed's P.O.V 

The song is slowly coming to making it's debut. I don't think I could ever be more nervous, then I am right now. This song means so much, to just myself, and her but it could mean so much  to so many other people as well. The boys will do it justice, I'm sure of it. This song is what it all started with, and it's just a small glimpse into what it was like in the beginning. There was so much more to the story. If you put my songs in order, it tells a story. The first ever song I wrote about her, and then how it moved to the next, after that was Little Things, and then...the song. My songs don't go in order of date, in fact they aren't in order at all. I needed it that way though. Unlike a certain artist, I don't use my songs as a diary, I use them as an outlet. I need to drain my thoughts once in a while, and writing songs does that for me. 

Some people get high from drugs, drunk from alcohol, but I get my high from writing music. The rest is just extra. 

The boys were really excited about the song coming out, each probably for there own reasons, and I'm happy I could do it. They have so much going on, but I can tell they all have passion when it comes to music. Its so much more than just letting loose to the words, its feeling the words.

This whole process has brought so much up into the air, and my feelings, and emotions, my memories. Sometimes, I don't like thinking of her. It hurts to much, or makes em to happy. I haven't decided yet. The guys don't know, I haven't really told them. 

Harry knows, I think. We had a few mutual friends, and I'm pretty sure they might have told him about my "rough times" but I'm not so sure. 

Just a few more days before another song about my past comes out into the air, the only thing is, no one will really understand why I never came out with the song on my own. I can't.

It never ever really was my. song. It's always been her's  

*~*

Niall's P.O.V

We're all going crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun for the new song to be released. I think it's going to be a hit. It's one of those songs where it's so emotional, you really might cry if you sit and listen to the words. They bring up so much to describe a person. I always say that the girl who Ed writes his songs about, are one of the luckiest girls in the world. You can tell how much love he puts into it. They had this relationship so complex, so different. You can tell in his music. He doesn't talk about her much, but he does sometimes. Only a few things though, like "well this is why I wrote this part here" only when it comes to his music. He has this picture in his wallet, he carries it around for good luck, and I swear its of her. She doesn't have a name, to us she remains nameless. Ed doesn't want her identity out, and he's doing a good job at keeping it secret. All of our friends name, and ex's names came out the second we were put together on the x factor stage. It must be nice to have that part of your life still left a secret. 

The computer lies in front of me, screen lighten up with the face of a girl, complex face tone, eyes to match rhinestones. My smile dances on my face as she starts to talk. 

"Are you ever not eating Ni?" I shove more crisps into my mouth, and watch as the crumbs fall into my lap while I chuckle a little bit. "You just caught me at a bad moment, my hungry moment." That smile lite up my screen  and I chuckled even harder, while crisps from my mouth flew out from my lips, and coated the computer. My cheeks painted a color of scarlet, and all I could hear was a laugh filling the air. "Oh my god! Niall! That was hilarious!" "Feeling better then, hun?" She brought her fingers to her mouth, her sleeves pulled down to cover her knuckles, and nodded. "Promise me something?" She started typing away and ignoring me for a moment, before I had to repeat myself. "Sure, Ni, what?" Breathe in, breathe out, you can do this Ni. "Stop doing what your doing to yourself. To many people care about you." Her accent once again was the only thing in the room I could hear. "I know Ni. I'm trying. It's hard. I can't just stop at once." Her voice was so broken. So hurt, and so full of pain. I couldn't wait until the next time I saw her so I could grab her into her hug, and hold her tight and never let go. "I'm here for you, you know that right? If you feel like doing it, just Skype me, call me, text me, do whatever to get a hold of me. I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere." At my words, her face fell flat, no emotion. She looked up at the camera, almost like she was trying to look into my eyes, and her lips parted before she spoke. "You said that before Niall. Then you moved to England to be with all your pop start friends, and forgot about us little people. You're not as available as you like to think you are Ni. I have to go, okay? Brads coming over." And she hung up the Skype call. I closed my laptop before laying back down on my bed. 

Brad was her boyfriend, not that she was happy with him anymore. He beat her, and top of that, her dad beat her, and I just wanted so badly to be the knight and shining armor to save her. 

That couldn't ever happen though, because she wasn't interested. All I'll ever be to her, is a friend. 

 

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