Sweet Surrender

When you have the option between life and death, what would you choose? I would pick life. However, no matter what you choose, there will always be death in the end. If you have the option between fame and success, or the one you love, what would you choose? I wouldn't know which one, because if I chose fame and success, that would result in me losing the one I love, which is death in my eyes. However, if I chose the one I love over fame and success, and the person ending up not loving you, you have lost everything as well. How much do you trust the one you think your heart belongs to?


2. Keeping in Touch

        I couldn't think straight, my heart was fluttering and my stomach churned. He was gorgeous, and I didn't know such person like him even existed.

"Miss?" His words interrupted my thought and I snapped into reality.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm fine just a hurt leg is all. I'll be okay." And with that I stood up only to sit back down again from the pain. The man chuckled and shook his head.

"Miss you are most definitely not okay. I saw what happened when I was coming off stage with my manager. That was quite a blow you took...erm...well many blows." He stated in his adorable British accent.

"No, I'm fine really! No need to worry." I assured him. He just continued to stare at me. I forced myself not to look into his eyes again.

"How about I give you a ride home at least? After all it is technically my fault you were hurt." I sighed and couldn't fight any longer. It was true, the pain throbbing in my leg was only increasing, and I lived quite a few blocks down.

"I suppose that'd be all right." He smiled and helped me up, throwing my arm around his neck to aid me.

"I'm Ed, Edward Sheeran." He introduced.

"I'm Madeline. Mads for short."

"Beautiful name. Madeline huh?" My cheeks swarmed with pink as I bit my lip. "Well, Madeline, are you a fan?" He asked.

"Fan?" I replied.

"Yes. You were at my show, so I suppose you're a fan of mine?" Ed stated once more.

"Oh, no. I was at the coffee shop down the road. I go there every Wednesday for Happy Hour." I admitted, feeling embarrassed.

"Oooh, Happy Hour would sound great ride about now!" Ed exclaimed. I relaxed knowing he wouldn't judge me for having an annual drink every week.Ed directed me to a large black van with several tinted windows.

"This is your car?" I asked, my eyes widening. "It's huge!" He chuckled.

"Well yes, but also no. It's my car when I perform. It has tinted windows so I won't be seen inside." He responded, picking me up and placing me in the back seat.

"You must be pretty famous then."

"You could say so. People say I'm more of an 'On The Rise' type of 'star'." He made the bunny ear gesture with his fingers.

"I'd say. The amount of girls outside we-"

"Ed Sheeran!" Girls screamed as the car drove up to a stop light. They pounded on the car begging for him to get out of the car and take pictures. He slowly rolled down the window and waved.

"I'd love to stay and chat, ladies but I have something else I have to do! I love you all!" He called, rolling the window back up.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted. You should be with your fans not taxiing me around, Ed." I said sadly.

"Trust me, I'd much rather be helping you then getting mobbed by hundreds of girls." I blushed again, feeling special.

"So, tell me about yourself Mads. If you don't mind me calling you that." I nodded.

"It's fine." He smiled. "Well I'm 21, and don't do much for life except work and go to school. I'm not interesting at all."

"Oh come on, a beautiful girl like you? You're plenty interesting!" Ed complimented. I thanked him.

"My street is coming up on your left." I stated to Ed's chauffeur. He turned the steering wheel, and I pointed to my home, embarrassed at how small it was. After all, he was a celebrity, he probably lives in some huge Hollywood mansion for all I knew.

"Here, let me help you." He got out of the car and opened the door for me, letting me out.

"Thank you, Ed, for everything." He grinned and shook his head.

"Not a problem." He dug into his pocket for a moment, and pulled out a piece of crinkled paper with several pieces of pocket lint. After taking a couple seconds of cleaning it off, he placed it in my palm.

"Here's my number to keep in touch." Once again he smiled, and leaned to the side. I was taken back when I felt his warm breath on my cheek. He left a small kiss, then turned and walked contently back to his van.

"Woah." I whispered, touching my pigmented cheek as he drove off.

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