now you have me (Ed Sheeran Fic, but not much of a fic, more like just romance&cute)

Basically, this is my Ed fanfic and I don't want to give away the story here, but it takes place in high school where Ed isn't like famous, so yeah. Also, if you're reading this, I'm probably not finished with the story yet. Also, I always like to add something illegal to all of my fanfics, not like drugs, but something illegal. So, yeah. I hope you like my writing and my story. Have a nice day now and please enjoy.
Please do not judge my story on this blurb.
Blurbing is weird.


7. yeah, and a seventh part, oh shnap

He lead me into his home and opened the door with his arm held towards the entrance, waiting for the embrace of my left arm. We walked together and I engulfed my surroundings. Book everywhere. It was glorious. It had a somewhat 'hippi' vibe to it and I loved it, but it wasn't just love I felt, it was bliss.

"Yeah, my parents aren't home...." Ed added. I don't know if I smiled or gawked, but either way, I proved my approval. He next showed me what was his favourite part of the home, his mum's studio. She was an exceptionally talented artist who sells homemade jewelry for a living. There was a section for painting, drawing, clay making and her jewelry making and designing.

Next, I was brought to Ed's bedroom. We skipped the guest room and Ed's parents' room. His door was orange. Quite a fabulous touch might I add. I opened to a large room. I first noticed the dimmed lights, next the softest rug I have probably ever felt, then the king size bed filled with purple. The bed was almost entirely purple except a few stray throw pillows were orange. The sheets were black. "lay down" Ed said for me. I lie on my stomach staring in his direction.

"Hmmmmm" I looked at him excitingly.

"So, you know my mum's an artist, but I am one as well.... the musical kind."

"Oh really," I remembered our encounter in the music hallway. "prove it. Play something please."

"Anything for m'lady," he made me blush.  

" Like my blue ripped jeans 
And my eyes are closed 
And I'm way too tired 
Hoody still smells of the beach bonfire 
On the sofa, where we lay 
I wanna stay inside all day 
And it's cold outside, again "
He sang with such beauty. and his guitar in hand fit him like it's been there his entire life. Maybe it was. 


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