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)


8. You're perfect to me

"You still have to squeeze into

your jeans but,

you're perfect to me.."

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

I must have sent about 500 text messages to her, and left about 700 calls, the thing is, I am not exaggerating at all. Well maybe the call thing I am, because after about 35 messages, it told me her voice box was filled. Why was she being so...I don't even know. I don't like her like this. She knows I hate it, and a part of me thinks she's doing it on purpose. I go onto my Facebook, and try to send her a few messages. A friend of ours Katie, had posted a picture of us when we out a few nights ago. That night she was angry because they were a little tighter then they were the week prior. She got so upset, she almost didn't want to go to Katie's party. She went of coarse, but she made a huge fit about it the whole night. Remembering this event, I clicked on the photo and wrote a comment.

"You're perfect to me."

I sent her a very detailed message, about how much I was worried and would really appercaite a call or text or something so I knew she was okay. Katie sent me a message and asked if I had talked to her. When Katie hadn't even talked to her, is when I knew I had to just go to her house. I logged off of Facebook and ran right out of the door

I hope she's okay.


Harry's P.O.V

My lips pressed her cheek, and she smiled as the flash on her phone indicated the picture had been taken. "Awe! It's so cute Haz! Look!" I smiled down at the picture with loving eyes, and blushed about 50 shades of pink. "It is." I laughed a small laugh, and looked back up at her. "You're such a great friend, Harry! I'm so happy I have you!" So I still haven't told her my feelings, are you honestly that surprised? There has been more then a few moments where I almost let it slip, but then other things come to mind. Management  The fans. My family. The boys. What would happen? I let it all slip past my mind, and smiled up at the beautiful eyes that were staring straight past mine, and into dark brown ones behind mine. She had that stupid grin on her face, and her cheeks filled a light pink while she looked away from the guy standing only a few meters away from us. She looked down to my face, and I must of looked in pain, because she asked if I was alright. I sent her a nod, before looking around the room again, and when I turned around, the guy she was staring at was linked at her arm. "Harry! He asked me to dance, you gonna be okay?" Inside it killed me, what kind of girl just ditches a guy she's with to dance with someone else? But I'll play it off. I always do. "I'm good, just scoping for my next victim " I chuckled and she gave me her famous eye roll, before walking off with the man who was obviously more attractive then me. It was a Friday night, so I did what any other teenage would do, after he had been rejected. 

My keys were fumbling with the lock, and the red head I picked up had her head already connected to my neck, already love bites. "Be careful please, I have a photo shoot tomorrow." I had no idea if that came off as rude, or if the girls understood. I understand that in the heat of the moment, things get carried away, but I had a job where stuff like this, can't happen all the time. I already have a certain reputation, one that I was not exactly happy with to be fair, but I did it to myself in a way. 

One thing I don't understand is, why is it so wrong to go on dates with girls? Isn't that how you find out if you really do like someone? You go on a date, talk, get to know each other, and bam, either its there or its not, right? I guess when your famous, you don't get that option. 

I woke up the next morning to the same thing I always wake up to.

Just another empty bed. 

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