I stared into those bright blue eyes of his for the next four hours, talking about anything and everything with Ed. I absorbed as much of it as I could. From his stories and jokes to his mannerisms-like how he would constantly fidget with his fingers-I couldn't help but take it all in. It all felt right.
"Hey Tay?" Ed asks abruptly.
"Yeah?" I respond cautiously.
"Uh. I was wonder-Never mind," He says nervously.
"What? Is there something wrong?" I question.
"No no!" He exclaims, "I was just gonna-you know what? I doesn't matter."
"Well now I'm all intrigued," I tease.
"Well, I wrote a song about you and I wanted you to hear it," he says with a shaky voice.
All I can do is stare at him. Never in a million would I think anyone would ever want to write a song about me. Ever. I start to feel my cheeks warm up.
"I mean you don't have to listen if you don't want," he rushes.
"Of course I wanna hear it," I assure him.
Ed grabs his guitar and takes a deep breath.
"You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back
We are surrounded by all of these lights
And people who talk too much
You've got that kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us
And should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it's enough for me
Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need
I'm so in love, so in love
So in love, so in love
You look so beautiful in this light
Your silhouette over me
The way it brings out the blue in your eyes
Is the Tenerife sea..."
The entire time I can't help but feel special. I never thought that Ed Sheeran would ever be so kind and sweet and make me feels this way.
My smile is the biggest it has ever been. All my thoughts are rushing through my mind, and for the first time in a long time I truly don't feel sad or self conscious.
"Tay, I really really like you, and I was wondering if, um, you felt the same?"
I don't even know how to respond.
"Yes," I breathe out.
I did it. I just told him how I feel, and Ed feels the same way. What is my life? This never happens. Crap.
"Um Ed? I need to tell you something," I say while playing with the ring on my finger.
"What?" He asks nervously.
"I live in a foster home. I have for six years. I just wanted to tell you in case it changed anything, and I don't want your pity," I blatantly state.
My heart stops and I hold my breath when I see his blank stare towards me. I bite my lips praying that he won't walk out on me.
"I'm sorry," Ed simply states.
"I said I didn't-" I begin to spit at him until he cuts me off.
"I'm saying sorry because of what I've said to you. All of it," he explains, "I was such a jackass, and I know I already apologized, but I'm serious. I'm really sorry for being an insensitive bastard."
"It-it's okay," I assure.
Ed looks immediately relieved and I try to smile.
"So...you don't care about me living in a foster home? At all?" I question.
Ed shakes his head no and looks as if he is about to say something important but decides against. He stands up from the table and grabs my hand into his.
"Let's go," he smiles.
"Gladly," I beam back.
~Megan
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FanfictionTaylor Swift, a foster kid, has always been an outcast in life making it very easy to get picked in at school. She had always been able to cope with it through songwriting, but Ed Sheeran, a popular red head, manages to make her miserable everyday...
