Chapter 7

My eyes widened as two people said my name at once. My eyes scanned around the room falling on another boy with olive skin, one I recognized from the other night. His name I couldn’t recall but out encounter I could, his dark hair styled up into a quiff, although the blonde streak was gone.

“I Uh-“ I stuttered before flickering my eyes over toward the door. I pulled my bag tighter around my shoulder before running toward it fumbling with the chain lock.

“Heaven you forgot your undershirt… awkward.” Louis laughed as he looked over at the other boys. I squeezed my eyes shut as I slammed my forehead against the door.

I basically just sucked off 2/5 of the boys in this room, you could say awkward.

I took in a deep breath before opening to door and quickly exiting without retrieving my under shirt, my main priority was to just get out of there.

I retreated down the hall stumbling on my untied laces. Once outside I bent down quickly knotting up my shoe laces.

I stood up from my crouched position looking where I was, I had no idea. I thought I’ve been to every area of London but I guess there are always new places to explore.

I pulled my coat around me tighter and began to walk. I made a decent amount of money today, I thought to myself. Thank goodness for horny rich guys. A small giggle left my lips as I laughed at my inned though comment.

A huge gust of wind came blowing my thick hair back making Goosebumps rise on my skin and my body shiver. I stuck my hands into my pockets and felt something pointy.

I pulled it out opening up the folded piece of paper. It was as address? Oh right Ed. The conversation we had earlier played back in my head.

He wanted to show me something, what could he possibly have wanted to show me? I placed the paper back into my pocket deciding to stop by considering I was almost positive I was in the area of his home.

As I walked along the darkening streets of London my mind drifted off to previous events of today.

I had told Ed, a complete stranger, about my entire problem with such ease.

It baffled me how someone who was so closed off and guarded just opened up to a complete stranger, something that has never happened before.

It made me think, what about him made it so easy for me to do that? I mean telling him that could get my killed if he confronted the police about it. But when I talked to him I had no fear in that, it all just flowed out like something I always talked about, a reoccurring topic.

I was dragged out of my thoughts by a loud horn. I looked up noticing I nearly just walked right through an intersection. I mentally scolded myself for being so careless.

I looked up at the street sign and then remember the address, only a few more blocks.

**

I stood in front of the wooden door holding up my fist to it and lightly knocking on it. After a few short moments it flew open revealing the gingery man I had become acquainted with earlier.

“Abigail, glad to see you came!” Ed greeted my moving to the side so I could step inside.

“Yeah, I figured I’d stop by. Curiosity got the better of me.” I joked bending down and taking my shoes off placing them on a mat besides the door.

“Well I’m happy you came, I have something to show you.” He scattered over to the far side of the living room and picked up a guitar placing it over his shoulder. His fingers lightly ran over the strings, a soft hum filling the room. “Sit down, make yourself at home.” He chuckled and I nodded walking over to plush couch and sitting down sinking in.

I placed my bag beside me as Ed played with the cords of the guitar, my guess is he’s tuning it.

“Alright well after you told me your story I wrote a song about it, I thought it was an amazing story. I changed up some of the details to make the song a little more catchier, but this is for you, want to hear?” He questioned a huge grin on his face.

“Please.” I smiled slightly folding my hands in my lap. I listened as the beginning cords played, a sweet melody filling the comforting area.

“White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes, Burnt lungs, sour taste, Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent, Long nights, strange men”

I silently gasped at how angelic his voice sounded. It was a relaxing tone. My eyes fluttered shut wanting to be able to pick apart every beautiful syllable that left his mouth.

“And they say, She's in the Class A Team, Stuck in her daydream, Been this way since 18, But lately her face seems, Slowly sinking, wasting, Crumbling like pastries, And they scream, The worst things in life come free to us, Cos we're just under the upperhand, Go mad for a couple grams, And she don't want to go outside tonight, And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, Or sells love to another man, It's too cold outside, For angels to fly, Angels to fly.”

At the point of the chorus I could feel a lump in my throat. The words held so much meaning, the meaning being me and my fucked up life. But no, he managed to make this disaster into one with beauty, a beautiful disaster, wrapped up in a song.

I sat there silently listening to his voice that brought to much needed comfort to me, comfort I hadn’t felt in such a long time.

As the sound of the guitar ceased I opened my eyes the tears that had been pooled up inside them sliding silently down my cheeks.

“So, did you like it?” He asked nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“I-I loved it.” I whispered my voice cracking. “You have such a lovely voice… it’s truly amazing.”

“Thank you very much, that means a lot.” He smiled sheepishly a tingle of pink covering his freckled cheeks. “I already recorded it and sent it over to a recording company, they loved it. So with your consent I’d like to make this my new single, are you alright with that?” He asked with hope in his voice.

“Of course, but if anyone ever asks who it’s based off tell them it was just a thought… I don’t want my Uncle finding out I’ve told someone. But thank you, that was wonderful.” I smiled. I slowly stood up wiping my fingers over my cheeks getting rid of the tears. I walked over to him throwing my arms around his neck.

“No problem babe.” He whispered rubbing my back. It was soothing, calming, comforting, a foreign feeling to me. “Uh would you like to stay over, a few of my friends are coming over and I’d like you to meet them. I was going to play the song for them and I want you to be here to see their reactions.”

“Yeah sure, I’d love to stay. I’ve still yet to learn about you Mr.Sheeran.” I joked pulling away from him and ruffling his fluffy gingered hair.

“Then have a seat cause we’ve got a lot to talk about .” He chuckled.

*

20 minutes and about 6 beers later Ed and I were still laughing and joking. He was an amazing person, everything he’s been through and done to reach where he wants to be in inspiring.

“Wow, I can’t believe you.” I laughed taking another swig of my bottle.

“Eh, it’s just a quality I possess, I tend to surprise people.” He shrugged winking at me. I rolled my eyes as a knock at the door sounded. He hopped off the couch shuffling over to the door and pulling it open a chorus of shouts echoing through the room. He stepped aside and for the one millionth time today my eyes basically popped out of my head.

“Small world.” Louis whispered nudging Niall. Niall looked at him confused before Louis nodded his head towards me. Niall’s eyes widened matching mine perfectly.

“Well fuck.” I cursed under my breath.

“Hey- Oh!” The curly haired one smiled looking around the room.

“Uh am I missing something?” Ed questioned looking from one face to the next.

“You’re missing a lot man.” One with a buzzed hair cut laughed patting ed on the back.

“Someone care to explain.” He looked from me to Niall as we both continued to stare at each other.

“I need to  go to the bathroom… I feel sick.” I mumbled standing up and hurrying down the hall. I made a left into what seemed like the bathroom slamming the door behind.

What the actual hell? I can’t believe this, they are literally everywhere. I feel like I’m trapped with no escape from them. I mean it is amazing me how out of everyone in London… in England in find myself wrapped up in these blokes! Especially the blue eyed one, my Angel.

I turned on the water tap and rinsed my face with the chilled water.

Just go back there, apologize for having to leave so quickly and go. I recited the game plan in my head over and over again.

I made my way back down the hall and saw all of them whispering, two of them their cheeks blushed red, the two I had become intimate with.

“So you real- Abigail!” Ed smiled looking up at me.

“Uh hello, I’m so sorry but I really have to go.” I rushed walking over to the door and picking up my shoes. Where was my bloody bag?

“Abigail?” I heard someone question. I turned around and saw the tanned skinned one with his head cocked to the side.

“I am Abigail.” I smiled nervously searching the room for my bag.

“Abigail please stay, I want you to see what they think about the song.” Ed pleaded coming to stand in front of me.

“Fine, but after that I must go.” I sighed running my hand through my knotted up hair. He nodded a small frown on his pale lips before walking over to where his guitar was sat. I leaned back against the wall crossing my arms over my chest, my attention only on Ed and none of the stairs I was getting.

Ed began to sing and that comforting feeling returned, the feeling of warmth and safety, his voice carrying throughout the room, the chords accompanying it.

Once it came to an end I fluttered my eyes open and all the boys were clapping and whistling, Ed’s face all red, he looked adorable.

“That’s an amazing tune Ed, incredible!” The one with the shaved head spoke up.

“I really loved it, where did you even get an idea like that?” The curly haired boy chuckled, the claps ceasing.

“Uh,” His eyes flickered up and over to me as I bit down on my bottom lip. I lightly shook my head trying to signal to him to just make something up. “I don’t really know, just something and someone, it kind of just fell into place.” He sputtered out nervously, clearly not used to lying about his song writing.

“Oh well it was brilliant.” Niall grinned.

I cleared my throat and the room fell silent. “Uh Ed have you seen my bag, I have to get going.” I whispered, my soft voice probably barely audible. He looked around craning his neck to see if it was tucked behind where the boys had sat on the couch.

“Is this it?” Niall questioned holding it up. I nodded and quickly walked over taking the bag from him. Our hands brushed, our fingertips shocking each other. “You shocked me.” He laughed shaking his hand.

“Oh I’m sorry.” I apologized biting back a smile.

“Abigail are you sure you can’t stay? It’s late and I don’t want you walking home. Plus it’d be fun to have someone new to hang out with.” Ed smiled at me, hope in his voice, he really wanted me to stay…

“On the way over here it was snowing, I don’t know what it’s like now.” Louis, I remembered, shrugged. Ed walked over to the curtains pulling it back.  The thick snow now became visible, it looked like white blankets were laid across the streets and sidewalks.

Ed walked over to me leaning in close. “Please stay, I think you forget you’re only 16 Abigail. A 16 year old should not me walking home alone, especially at a late hour like this and in a snow storm.” Ed whispered.

“Do you not drive?” I questioned him trying to find any way possible out of this situation. He shook his head and I groaned slouching over.

“Looks like you’re stuck here with us.” He teased pinching my cheek.

“I guess so…” I pouted as he just shook his head and laughed.

“Well I’ve got absolutely nothing to do here, so let’s get drunk.” Ed chuckled walking into the kitchen.

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