Broken-an Ed Sheeran fan fiction

Chapter 34

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“Hey, where’ve ya been?” Ed sang from the living room as I shut the door. 

“I was turning in applications!”  I responded in an equally as peppy tone. I was really gonna do it. Over the past few days I had been focusing on nothing more than helping myself feel better. I was trying to get a job! Ed stayed home as much as he could and made sure I was getting enough food, and that I was happy. We seemed to be honestly doing okay with just living together as friends. But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to get into my own place again, get a job, and really get my life started. 

“Oh yeah, yeah how’d that go?” he asked as he came into the kitchen and helped me out of my coat. 

“I think pretty well.” I smiled. 

He gave me a toothy grin and pulled me into a hug which I didn’t protest. Hugs were nice, and Ed gave good hugs. I knew we weren’t trying to be romantic or anything, but it didn’t have to be a big deal unless I wanted it to be. Which I didn’t. 

“Why don’t we celebrate tonight, then?” Ed asked, pulling his head back far enough to look at me and still keep me in his embrace. 

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“We don’t have to do anything extravagant. We can just go to a pub with the lads. Have a few drink, it’ll be fun!” He smiled. 

If there was one thing that nearly every british boy liked to do, it was drink. And Ed was no exception to that fact. It didn’t bother me or anything, every time we went out to a pub I always had a great time, I just didn’t know if now was the best time to be doing so. Then again, a few days had passed since my last encounter with Hunter and I was feeling significantly better. I had stood up for myself, which was an improvement of its own, plus now I was getting enough food and sleep. Ed was helping a lot too. He wasn’t pushing me to be romantic with him or anything, we were just..being friendly. Laughing about things, talking. As long as we avoided the subject of our strange break up, things were actually going pretty well between us. Maybe I did deserve a drink. 

“...Ah, why not!” I smiled after a minute. There was really no harm in going out for a night of fun, after all.