His Best Songs
Dec. 21st, 2014 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spacewhistlerGenre: Romance
Pairing: Ed Sheeran/Nina Nesbitt
Synopsis: They broke up way before they became famous. But soon, she discovers his long lost moleskin journal filled with songs he never sang.
Cardboard boxes littered her usually spotless living room floor. Her apartment, which was once filled with life, colors and various trinkets, was now stripped bare. Nina looked around and sighed as she set down the last box, her eyes taking in every corner and every line. She would definitely miss this place.
Nina sat on the worn out maroon couch to rest for a while. The move wasn’t supposed to be this tiring. Her body hurt all over from physical and emotional exhaustion. This place held memories that she wanted to let go. Now, she finally found the strength to start over.
Nina Nesbitt had gone from a simple country singer to a brand new singing sensation. The media raved all about her and her success. Her singles skyrocketed to number one as soon as she released them. She felt overwhelmed, but at the same time, ecstatic for words.
The music scene was all about the new faces. They welcomed her with saccharine smiles and hands that were shaking with anticipation.
Her songs were all about him, though. And it was possible that he would hear them, now that she has made a name for herself.
Nina ran a hand down her face in frustration. Yes, Ed would listen to her songs. Probably in his ratty pajamas, while lying on his pristine loveseat with his new set of headphones covering his ears. His eyes would close as he raised the volume up, her voice was the only thing he could hear. She knew he’d open his eyes in an instant once he realizes that the words were about him and for him. She has memorized him.
Picturing his face in her mind was not what she wanted but she allowed herself to, for this was the last time she would do so. Her right hand slowly reached for the little moleskin notebook on the back of her jeans, pulling it out with ease. It was rough and in the darkest shade of blue. Her fingertips traced the pattern on its cover before opening it.
For Nina, it said, in a familiar scrawl.
And as she flipped the pages open, she let herself remember him again.
Ed loved to take her pictures. She didn’t know why, she never dared to ask, but she went along with it. He would carry around his old digital camera and snap whenever he felt like it, when she wasn’t looking. When he took her to his room, her pictures filled every wall.
He loved tracing the lines on her palm. He said he was looking at her future, when in truth, he was just making an excuse to hold her hand. She would always smile whenever he wordlessly picks up her hand to do it.
When her father died, he was there. He wasn’t speaking, he wasn’t rubbing circles on her back for comfort, and he wasn’t holding her hand: he was just there. But somehow, Nina knew it was his way of giving her space even though he never wanted to part from her in the saddest moment of her life.
Ed would run his fingers through her hair, as she lies across the worn out maroon couch with her head on his lap. He would always hum his favorite songs, even the melodies of his own songs, to put her to sleep. She remembered waking up to the sound of his voice.
Every letter.
Every word.
He wrote the songs inside his lost moleskin notebook for her.
“I lost something in your apartment. If you ever find a moleskin notebook, let me know, okay? It’s…important to me,” were his last words before stepping out of her apartment and her life for good.
Pairing: Ed Sheeran/Nina Nesbitt
Synopsis: They broke up way before they became famous. But soon, she discovers his long lost moleskin journal filled with songs he never sang.
Cardboard boxes littered her usually spotless living room floor. Her apartment, which was once filled with life, colors and various trinkets, was now stripped bare. Nina looked around and sighed as she set down the last box, her eyes taking in every corner and every line. She would definitely miss this place.
Nina sat on the worn out maroon couch to rest for a while. The move wasn’t supposed to be this tiring. Her body hurt all over from physical and emotional exhaustion. This place held memories that she wanted to let go. Now, she finally found the strength to start over.
Nina Nesbitt had gone from a simple country singer to a brand new singing sensation. The media raved all about her and her success. Her singles skyrocketed to number one as soon as she released them. She felt overwhelmed, but at the same time, ecstatic for words.
The music scene was all about the new faces. They welcomed her with saccharine smiles and hands that were shaking with anticipation.
Her songs were all about him, though. And it was possible that he would hear them, now that she has made a name for herself.
Nina ran a hand down her face in frustration. Yes, Ed would listen to her songs. Probably in his ratty pajamas, while lying on his pristine loveseat with his new set of headphones covering his ears. His eyes would close as he raised the volume up, her voice was the only thing he could hear. She knew he’d open his eyes in an instant once he realizes that the words were about him and for him. She has memorized him.
Picturing his face in her mind was not what she wanted but she allowed herself to, for this was the last time she would do so. Her right hand slowly reached for the little moleskin notebook on the back of her jeans, pulling it out with ease. It was rough and in the darkest shade of blue. Her fingertips traced the pattern on its cover before opening it.
For Nina, it said, in a familiar scrawl.
And as she flipped the pages open, she let herself remember him again.
Ed loved to take her pictures. She didn’t know why, she never dared to ask, but she went along with it. He would carry around his old digital camera and snap whenever he felt like it, when she wasn’t looking. When he took her to his room, her pictures filled every wall.
He loved tracing the lines on her palm. He said he was looking at her future, when in truth, he was just making an excuse to hold her hand. She would always smile whenever he wordlessly picks up her hand to do it.
When her father died, he was there. He wasn’t speaking, he wasn’t rubbing circles on her back for comfort, and he wasn’t holding her hand: he was just there. But somehow, Nina knew it was his way of giving her space even though he never wanted to part from her in the saddest moment of her life.
Ed would run his fingers through her hair, as she lies across the worn out maroon couch with her head on his lap. He would always hum his favorite songs, even the melodies of his own songs, to put her to sleep. She remembered waking up to the sound of his voice.
Every letter.
Every word.
He wrote the songs inside his lost moleskin notebook for her.
“I lost something in your apartment. If you ever find a moleskin notebook, let me know, okay? It’s…important to me,” were his last words before stepping out of her apartment and her life for good.
