'Me and Sky?' He replied, a puzzled look on his face.

'Little Bird is about her, isn't it?' I whispered, my stomach churning and regretting the sandwich and cake I'd eaten.

Ed sighed. 'Come on, let's go and sit down.' I followed him into the living room, where Graham (his cat) was snoozing on the sofa. I declined his offer of tea and waited for him to say something. 'I wrote that song months ago and to be honest, I only put it on the album because Leon said it would be a hit.'

'You love her.'

'Loved.' He corrected. 'Although now I'm not even sure it was that.' His eyes met mine and he read them straight away; I wanted him to explain so he did. 'You probably read in the press about me trying to find the mysterious girl with the good voice?' I nodded and he continued. 'Well, obviously I did... eventually. I turned up at her apartment in Vancouver and asked her to sing a song with me that I'd written. It was great and after a show I even managed to get her to sign as the first artist for my own label. We had to hang out... a lot and I guess I got to know her and really liked her.' He looked at me for a reaction, but I just looked at the boots still on my feet. 'Nothing ever happened. She was engaged and I knew nothing would happen. She married Zed and he's a great guy. I guess.. I guess it did hurt a little when they got married, but I don't know... something changed when we were on tour together. I just felt like... like she was a little sister that needed protecting. She wasn't my type at all.'

'And what's your type exactly?' I asked before I could stop myself. He'd been out with supermodels. I knew that much from the press. Skinny, tanned models who looked incredible in a bikini and had tattoos in sexy places. My tiny heart outline tattoo on the curve between my neck and shoulder was silly in comparison.

'Someone talented with big dreams and aspirations... someone that wants to make a difference to the world. Beautiful and sexy at the same time... Is stubborn... makes me laugh... isn't afraid to try new things... doesn't let the past define her.' He shot me a lopsided smile. 'And then I met you and you had all of those things and so much more.'

'How do you know that you don't love Sky?' I asked, my voice small.

Ed reached out for my hands, intertwining our fingers. 'Because no one has ever made me feel the way I feel about you... I can't help but smile when I see you, I'd do anything to make you happy... when you're not here I think about you non-stop and I miss you like crazy... and according to my brother and friends, you've turned me into a right soppy bastard.' I smiled at that, despite trying to keep a poker face. 'Lucy, I wrote a song about being in love with you and I mean it... I love you.'

'You do?'

'I do... and I know it might be too soon, but I'm sure of it. One hundred percent sure.'

I bit my lip and looked up to meet his eyes. 'I love you too.'

He smiled, pulling me closer. He moved a hand so that it was cupping my cheek and he kissed me softly on the lips a few times. 'Now would you like a cup of tea?'

'Mmm yes please.'

The next few weeks went by quickly and the 'likes' on my Facebook page were starting to increase, even more so with the cover of 'Stronger' by Kelly Clarkson I'd posted on Youtube. I'd been in the press a little, but not much, and I had a few interviews and photoshoots lined up for the upcoming weeks, as well as my first single to record.

I arrived at the recording studio early on the first Monday of December, wrapped up in layers to keep me warm.

'You're early! Brilliant!' Eric said with some enthusiasm, the first enthusiasm I'd actually seen from him. Even his emails of my upcoming schedule were pretty boring. 'Fantastic, we can get started straight away.' He said, taking my unfinished caramel latte from my hand. 'You need to go careful with these. Don't want to ruin your figure.'

I tried not to show that the comment had bothered me. 'Shall we get started?'

Eric and the music producers had decided that 'Heart attack' was going to be my first released single with 'Believe in me' as the second track available on the disc and download. I'd been in a recording studio before when Ed was recording some of his album, so I knew what to expect, but this time I was there for my career and the thought made me nervous. I stood in the booth, a microphone in front of me. I wasn't even playing my own instrument for the track; the electric guitarist, basist and female drummer I'd only met a few times previously for rehearsals were behind me, set up and ready to go. I looked through the glass and saw Eric talking to my producers for the single, who, again, I'd only met once or twice.

'Okay we're ready to go.' One of the producers said from behind the glass. 'Let's do this.'

My band started up and I took a deep breath as I adjusted the headphones on my head.

'Never put my love out on the line

Never said "Yes" to the right guy

Never had trouble getting what I want

But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough

When I don't care

I can play 'em like a Ken doll

Won't wash my hair

Then make 'em bounce like a basketball

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes, you make me so nervous

That I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow,

But I cover up

Won't let it show,

So I'm...

Puttin' my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack.'

'Okay that's a wrap!' The producers announced just before 3pm, after five hours of almost non-stop recording. I breathed out a sigh of relief; my throat was starting to hurt and I was starving. Having a music career was going to get rid of the thighs and bum I disliked and give me a 'thigh gap.' I grabbed my bottle of water and finished it, before high-fiving my band and leaving the booth.

'So photoshoot and interview with Elle Magazine tomorrow at 9am and music video shoot Wednesday from 8am.' Eric reminded me, flicking through my schedule on his iPad. 'Then the money will start coming in.'

'Okay.' I said, relieved. I was struggling to keep up the rent on my cute, little Brighton flat as it was. I was starting to regret leaving my job at The Library so soon.

'If you could be early again tomorrow, that would be great.'

I turned up at the Elle offices in Soho ten minutes early and found Eric waiting outside, having a cigarette. So that was why he had been sneaking out throughout my recording session the previous day...

'Keen girl, I like it and other people in the business will like it too.' Eric commented with a nod. 'Ciggie?'

'No thanks, I don't smoke.' I replied, standing beside him and pulling my faux fur jacket tighter. Snow was expected at the weekend and this time I didn't doubt it. For the 8th December it was bloody freezing.

'Come on,' he stubbed out his cigaratte, 'let's head inside.'

'Okay Lucy, we'll start with an interview in here and then we'll head to the studio for a photoshoot.' Mia, the Elle Magazine interviewer told me with a smile, adjusting her asymmetric black bob. She turned on her dictaphone and I realised that Eric was sat on his iPad once again, not paying attention to anything that was happening. 'So Lucy, you've just been signed to Warner Records, one of the biggest labels in the industry. How does that make you feel?'

'It's incredible... there are no words to describe how excited I am that I'm finally following my dream.' I replied, trying not to smile a stupidly-big smile.

'What inspired you to aim for a career in music?' She said with a nod, scribbling something down.

'I've sang since I could talk and played guitar as soon as I was able to persuade my parents to pay for lessons. It was something I used to share with my granddad.' I said with a sad smile, remmebering the times we had sat and listened to music together, although most of the time it had been country music. 'I just hope he's looking down at me with a smile.'

Mia's eyes softened and she returned a small smile, reassuringly. 'What have you got instore for your growing fanbase over the next few months?'

'Well I've just recorded my first single, which is due to be released on the 19th December, just in time for Christmas and they'll be a music video too, which I'm actually shooting tomorrow. Then I guess we will see what happens.'

'And you're dating Ed Sheeran. I'm sure there are a lot of envious girls out there, especially as he's recently performed a song about you, which is rumoured to be on his new album. What's it like dating a global phenomenon?'

'It's pretty crazy.' I replied, honestly. 'You're out and people are asking for autographs and pictures, but he's great so I can't complain.'

'Can we expect a collaboration from the two of you soon?'

'It's not something we've spoken about so who knows.'

The interview lasted about half an hour and it was fairly relaxed. Nothing that was said freaked me out and Mia had a friendly face, thank goodness. After the interview, Mia led me off to hair, make-up and wardrobe so I could get ready for my photoshoot.

'Thanks so much for coming in.' Mia said with a smile, shaking my hand as I was led by a male make-up artist to a black swivel chair.

'It was a pleasure to meet you.' I replied, politely. Mia disappeared, leaving Rhys, Katie and Marie to prepare me for my photoshoot.

'Your hair is lovely.' Katie gushed as she topped up my loose curls.

'Thank you.' I smiled. I was lucky, although it definitely didn't look this nice when I woke up in the mornings.

Rhys started applying my make-up whilst Katie played with my hair. 'So is this your first interview?' He asked as I closed my eyes for the eyeshadow.

'It's my first time appearing in a magazine altogether.' I replied with a shy smile.

'You'll be fine. You've already be in the papers.' Marie called over from the rack of clothes. 'Your style is incredible by the way. Do you have a stylist?'

'No.' I said, trying not to laugh. What a silly question.

'Talented with music and dress sense. I like it.'

My first look was very rock-chick; I'd been given a quiff at the front of my hair and my eyes shimmered under the smokey eyeshadow and eyeliner. I was wearing a black bustier-shaped top, black jeans, stiletto heels, a leather jacket and a statement necklace. I followed the directions stood in front of a white backdrop, posing stood up with a hand behind my head, and then with hands by my side or holding my leather jacket. Eric stood behind the photographer's laptop, nodding at the photos being taken. My second outfit was more girly and it reminded me of a chic librarian. My hair was in a loose bun with ringlets framing my face and my make-up was a lot more subtle than before. I wore a brown, pleated, plaid above-the-knee skirt and a cream long-sleeved blouse with black court shoes and over-the-knee cream socks. It was cute and quirky. These photos were softer and cuter, with me sat on the floor in different positions, and a few of me standing up and laughing and the faces or jokes the Elle staff were cracking. My final look was more glamorous; I had a milkmaid braid in my hair, the same make-up as before and I was wearing a gorgeous white midi dress decorated with the odd black sequin flowers. I wore shoe-boots with the outfit and a statement necklace around my neck. These photos were a little more sexy, with me posing on a chair.

'That's a wrap.' The photographer called to me and I got out of the uncomfortable, shiny, black chair.

I walked over to join Eric, who was looking at the pictures. 'When these have been airbrushed, we'll put some onto your Facebook page.' Airbrushed? I raised my eyebrows, but decided not to comment. Most photoshoots were airbrushed. Dark circles had to be covered, blemishes, spots... Nothing was really natural these days, was it? Eric looked over at me. 'You'd better get changed. A company car is picking us up in ten minutes.'

'Are we going somewhere else?' I asked, confused. I hadn't seen anything on the schedule.

'No, you need some rest before the shoot tomorrow. The car will drop you home and take me back to the office.'

'Oh.. right.' Silly me. I walked back to the dressing room and changed into the cosy outfit I'd worn on the way here.

Marie took the dress I had worn and zipped it into a dress bag, before handing it and the other outfits to me. 'Here.'

'I'm keeping them?'

'Well the clothes, not the shoes. The shoes we sometimes reuse, but the clothes won't get used again.' She explained. 'They're donated to us for advertising in the magazine. If you wear them again it's even better for the designers.'

'How was your day?' Ed asked as I stumbled through the door with the three dress bags which carried my three new outfits. The leather jacket was definitely my favourite. It was real leather, unlike the one I had in the spare bedroom upstairs.

'It was good.' I replied with a smile as Ed took the dress bags off of me. 'It's nice having new outfits until my first cheque comes through. I can't afford to shop at the moment.'

He laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. 'I don't know why you won't let me help you out with your finances. You can pay me back.'

'No, I don't want to take anything from you.' I told him, stubbornly. 'I can handle it, it's fine.'

'How's Eric?'

'Still not very talkative unless he's telling me to cut down on the lattes or not to eat a big breakfast.' I replied and Ed frowned.

'Don't listen to him. I like your figure.' He said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. 'Especially in these skinny jeans.'

The next morning, I was stood at 9am with curled hair and smokey eyes whilst a black necklace was secured around my neck by a stylist. I looked in the mirror at my pretty cool outfit; a short, black, high-waisted leather skater skirt, a cream lace bustier top tucked in and the leather jacket from the photoshoot the previous day with stupidly-high shoe boots. The video started off with me singing the whole of the song on a fake stage they'd set up with movable microphones. I had to dance with whilst crazy fans blew my hair, my band in the background in their graphic t-shirts and jeans. It had been easy, too easy... so then came the awkwardness.

'So Lucy, this is Tyger.' The director of my video said, introducing me to a guy with shaggy dark hair and brown eyes. Was Tyger just his acting name? Probably. The guy shot me a cocky grin and I knew why; he was good-looking and his skin-tight white vest showed off his six-pack and muscular arms. He knew he was good-looking. 'So your lyrics for the second verse are "never break a sweat for the other guys, when you come around I get paralyzed..."' He trailed off and I zoned out. I knew what the lyrics were. I'd written the song. 'Tyger is going to be your love interest.'

'Okay..' I said with uncertainty. Why could Ed not have been my love interest? Then I wouldn't have had to act. And my acting wasn't great. I'd only gotten a C in GCSE drama at school.

'We'll head to hair and make-up whilst they get the next set ready and I'll explain what I'm after.'

What the director wanted was for me to pretend to be all loved up with 'Tyger', who kept sending me cocky smiles from across the room whilst the director explained what was going to happen. My outfit was dulled down and I was in a lace cream shorts and a grey off-the-shoulder jumper, which worried me; my parents hadn't seen my tattoo and now they were bound to. The 'snippets' the director wanted to capture were us sitting on the sofa, all cosied up together in a fake living room... Then there was the fake duvet den whilst we watched a film, fairylights overhead.. Then us taking selfies on a cute polaroid camera whilst laying on a bed together, fully-clothed thank god.

'You're cute.' Tyger told me as I laid on my front beside him after the director called 'cut' on the final snippet.

I put down the polaroid camera and sat up. 'Er.. thanks... I guess.'

'I'm going to hang around for a bit if you'd like to grab some lunch?' He said, the cocky smile returning.

'I'm okay thanks.'

'Then maybe dinner later?'

He wasn't going to stop. 'I have a boyfriend.'

'I know.' He said with a shrug. 'That's okay, doesn't bother me.'

I looked at him in disbelief. Absolute jerk. I climbed off the bed and headed to a sofa tucked in the corner, where my stylist was sat on the phone to someone. Eric appeared and handed me a halloumi salad. Brilliant. Just what I wanted. 'Thanks.'

'No problem.' He smiled, before walking off to talk to the director.

'Oh my god, your manager is such a jerk.' The stylist, Amanda, said with a frown, flicking her brunette fringe away from her eyes. 'I can't believe he just gave you a salad when you have a great figure.'

'Thanks.' I said, giving her a shy smile and tucking into my salad. I watched as water came from the ceiling like rain and my eyes widened. 'What are they doing?'

'They didn't tell you?' She said, her eyes following mine. 'Er... the last part of the filming involves you singing in the rain.'

'What? Why?!' I said, my eyes wide. I didn't fancy being soaking wet and looking like a drowned rat.

'It's supposed to make the song more powerful and it makes the video more sexy supposedly.' Amanda replied with a laugh. 'Haven't you watched the latest Mariah Carey video?'

I shook my head. 'Not really my taste of music.'

'Well you'd better eat your lunch quick. Outfit change in ten.'

The floaty, thin, black maxi dress I was wearing was gorgeous, despite the slightly plunging neckline. It floated over my figure like a cloud and I almost looked like a gothic grecian goddess with my hair down and smokey make-up.

'I hope you put waterproof stuff on her.' The director said to the make-up girl who nodded and squeaked out a 'yes'. 'Okay, Lucy, we've only got one shot of this. ' He said, ushering me towards the side of the factory which had been left looking how it was when we walked in; metal walls included. The lights were set up and facing the area I was going to stand in and I noticed the sprinklers overhead. 'We just need you to mime your song like you've been doing all day. We'll add in a little wind to add some movement to your hair and dress and then when you get to the bridge we'll set the water off so don't act surprised, okay?'

'Okay.' I replied, swallowing hard. I only had one shot to get this right? No pressure or anything. Amanda gave me a thumbs up and I gave her a small smile before walking into position.

'3, 2, 1 and action!'

The music started up and I did my best, singing along and moving my hands through my hair, adding emotion. It all seemed fine and then the water came, freezing cold, and I had to pretend that I didn't want to squeal, that I didn't have goosebumps, that my nipples were probably going through my dress. I continued singing with passion and then it ended; a shot with Tyger behind me, his arms around my waist in the pouring rain.

'And cut! That's a wrap!' The director called out a phrase I was getting tired of hearing.

I shivered and Tyger smiled at me. 'Still not up for a drink? We could go somewhere with nice coffee?'

'Nn-no.' I chattered as Amanda appeared like an angel, wrapping a white, fluffy towel around me. 'T-thank y-y-ou.'

'Shall I show you to the shower room?' She asked me with a smile. 'Let's get you warmed up.'

Ten minutes later and I emerged from the bathroom in my warm clothes. Amanda sat waiting for me with a coffee and a hairdryer. Life saver. 'Thank you.' I told her as she plugged in the hairdryer and handed it to me.

'Beats getting a cold. It's five degrees outside. I think the snow is coming.'

'I think you're probably right.'

But by Friday, the snow had still not come. I stood in the spare bedroom at Ed's house with Amanda, who Eric had surprisingly hired as my official stylist. I passed her a glass of wine and she tutted. 'I'm working.'

'Come on, I'm nearly ready.' And I was. Ed's album was being released the following day so the label had organised an Album Launch party to celebrate his third album. I had been invited, but not as Ed's plus one this time; I'd been invited as a signee of Warner Records. Eric had asked Amanda to make me look glamorous for the party, so she'd spent the day shopping for the perfect dress and now she was stood in the spare room with me whilst Ed got ready next door. I passed her the glass of wine. 'Come on, I've only got to put the dress on.'

'Fine.' She said with a smile, taking a sip. 'Just don't tell Eric.'

'I wouldn't tell him anything and even if I did he wouldn't listen.' I replied, taking a sip with her.

I'd never been to a launch party before and I hadn't heard much about them. All I knew was that it involved Ed playing a few songs from his new album and then the rest were just played in the background. The press were invited, as were the rest of the label and even twenty lucky fans who had won a competition to recieve tickets. Some launch parties were apparently quite casually, and usually Ed's were. This one, however, was a bit of a fancier party and Ed had been told he needed to dress smart.

'Okay, now it's time for you to get changed.' Amanda told me, turning around so that I kept my dignity.

My dress for the evening was a burgundy velvet vest-style maxi dress with a slit up the left thigh and a cutout section around the waist, which was only covered by thin transparent black mesh. It hugged my figure and made my figure look more of an hour-glass shape. It was gorgeous. Amanda had paired it with simple black stilettos, which she assured me were very comfortable, and I had a simple silver necklace with matching bracelet. My hair hung in loose curls and my make-up was simple, with different shades of brown to make my eyes look bluer. She'd added some lengthening mascara too, which really made them stand out, and she'd added a subtle red lipstick to my lips.

'I think my work here is done.' She smiled, folding her arms and taking a step back. 'You look fabulous!'

'I love the dress. It's worth getting cold on the red carpet for.' I told her with a sincere smile.

'Lucy, our car is here!' I heard Ed call from downstairs.

'I'll go first.' Amanda smiled, collecting up her belongings and passing me my silver clutchbag. 'I'll see you soon.'

'Okay, thanks for this.'

'Hey, it's my job.' She laughed, disappearing out of the room.

I checked my appearance one more time in the mirror and smiled. What the hell was Eric talking about? I was slim, a size 10 to be exact. Yes, my bum and thighs were larger than I wanted, but I wasn't fat. Nicki Minaj and Beyonce had big bums so why couldn't I? I took a deep breath and carefully walked down the stairs, holding my dress carefully so that I didn't trip over it. I reached the bottom and Ed appeared from the living room in his Nike trainers, black formal trousers, a white rolled-up shirt and a black waistcoat with matching tie. Amanda winked at me before disappearing out of the door.

Ed looked at me with a cute smile and sparkling eyes. 'Just when I don't think you can get any more beautiful you go and prove me wrong.'

I blushed and bit my lip. 'Don't be daft.'

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him and planting a kiss softly on my lips. 'I'm not... please tell me I'm not now wearing lipstick.'

'You're not.' I laughed. 'Don't worry, Amanda did say it was kissproof.'

'Oh good.' He said, kissing me again as the car horn beeped outside. 'Come on, we'd better get going.'

When we arrived, the bar that Warner Records had rented out was buzzing with photographers, behind the barriers of the red carpet and even fans, holding banners and squealing excitedly. It was pretty chaotic. Ed squeezed my hand and gave me a lopsided smile. 'I wish tonight was just the two of us, especially with you looking like that.'

I returned the smile as the driver got out the car, ready to open the door for Ed. 'You can't really ditch you're own party I'm afraid.'

'Hmm. You're probably right.' He said, kissing my hand softly. The door opened and he nodded at the driver. 'Cheers, man.' He carefully got out of the car and the screams errupted, making me smile. Then he reached his hand for me, helping me get out of the car. I did so carefully, aware of how high the slit in my dress went, and I was thankful when I was stood up beside him, the crowd going wild.

Here we go again, he said into my mind and I smiled at him as he guided me onto the carpet, his hand in the small of my back.

'Ed! Over here!'

'Ed! Lucy!'

My eyes widened at the sound of my name, something I wasn't yet used to.

'Oh my god, Lucy May!' A girl squealed from behind the barriers.

Ed kissed my cheek softly (cue screams and cheers) and he whispered, 'go on, go over to her. I'll talk to some of the press.'

I walked over to the girl, who looked about ten or eleven. 'Hey, what's your name?' I asked with a smile, despite being surprised that there was someone here for me.

'Amber.' She replied, looking up at me with soft brown eyes. 'I can't believe it's you.' She said, her eyes wide. 'And I can't believe you're talking to me.'

'She's a huge fan.' The lady behind her, who I assumed to be her mother, told me. 'Can I please get a picture of you with her?'

'Of course.' I smiled, posing for a photo with Amber. She took a few photos and then nodded, satisfied.

'Can you please sign this?' Amber asked, holding up a magazine page of me walking down the street, a photo probably taken by paparazzi.

'Sure.' I smiled, writing a personalised message. To Amber, you rock! All my love, Lucy May

'My friends aren't going to believe this!' She squealed as I passed the pen and magazine back to her. 'No way!'

'Lucy?' I turned to my left to see who was calling my name and then I saw the blonde hair; Greg. I'd liked his Facebook page and dropped him a few texts after the day we'd met outside the palace, but we'd not met up again. And I hadn't told him my surname. Shit.

'Hey, Greg.' I said with a shy smile. 'What are you doing here?'

'Trying to get some pictures for the paper I'm interning at.' He replied, nervously. 'I really don't know how I didn't recognise you before. Lucy May, Warner's new big signing, of course.'

I bit my lip. 'I probably should have told you.'

'I probably should have realised. There were people watching you in the park that day, looking at you like they recognised you. It's a shame I didn't.'

'Would you have talked to me if you did?' I waited for a reply but there wasn't some. 'Did you get the pictures you were after?'

'I got some of you talking to that little girl.' He told me. 'I couldn't get my camera to focus properly though. They're going to rip these apart at work.'

'Is it ready now?'

'Yeah, why?'

I stood back and posed for some pictures, making sure that he had time to capture them. Then I called Ed over for a few pictures and he looked at me in surprise as he snaked my arm around my waist. Missed me already?

Something like that.

'Thank you.' Greg mouthed, giving me a small smile. I returned the smile and turned to Ed, who took it as a signal to lead me inside.

Cheers rose in the room and applause as we entered, and I knew they'd been waiting for Ed's arrival as it meant that the party could really start. A group of girls in Ed Sheeran t-shirts squealed from one side of the room and there was another group of male and female fans on the other. Leon greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and then started to talk to Ed so I quickly slipped away.

'Lucy!'

I grinned, looking up at Adriana and Leanne, who were stood a few metres away from me. Leanne was wearing a bodycon black midi dress and Adriana was rocking a floral jumpsuit. They both looked gorgeous. 'Hello my incredibly good-looking girl friends.' I said as she pulled me into a hug.

'Good-looking? Have you seen yourself? You look smoking.' Leanne grinned as I released myself from their clutches.

'Thank you so much for coming.' I said, glad I'd have some company for the evening.

'Like Lea was going to turn the invite down.' Adriana said, rolling her eyes. 'She's still got that poster on her wall.'

'Seriously?' I said to her, with a frown. 'You've kept a picture of my boyfriend on your wall?'

'I was a fan before he was your boyfriend.' She replied with a shrug.

'It's weird. So weird.' Adriana said, nudging her.

'There's my blossoming superstar!'

I looked over at Eric in surprise as he walked over, his arms wide and a member of the press closely behind him. Adriana and Leanne shot me a confused look, which I returned. Blossoming superstar? Was Eric drunk? Quite possibly.

'Hi Eric.' I said with an uncertain smile. 'Adriana, Leanne, this is my manager, Eric. Eric, these are two of my best friends.'

'Pleased to meet you.' He smiled at them, chirpily, and shook their hands. 'Lucy, this lovely gentleman is from Mojo magazine and he'd love to quickly interview you.'

'Sure.' I smiled at the gentleman and followed them off to a booth for my mini interview.

Luckily, I was able to escape Eric's over-friendly clutches and return to my friends in time for Ed appearing on the stage. Leanne squealed with excitement from beside me and I gave her a silencing look as my boyfriend adjusted his microphone and threw his guitar, Angel, over his shoulder.

'Hi everyone, thanks for coming to the launch of my third album.' Ed said with a smile and a few of his fans screamed. Thankfully, Leanne did not. 'I'm going to play you a few songs from the album and then you'll be able to hear the rest of the album. I hope you like it. This track is the first one from my album. It's called Sofa.'

'I love this one!' Leanne whispered beside me as Ed started to play.

'She's reinventing loving me

When we're resembling cutlery on the sofa

It must have been about 5.01

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

And we're both so high

We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica

We can go where you want

Say the word and I'll take ya

But I'd rather stay on the sofa

On the sofa, with you.'

Everyone loved Ed's music and I wasn't surprised; the songs were fantastic and there wasn't a single bad song on the album. The crowd was absolutely loving it and soon it was his seventh and final song he was performing.

'As you know, I've already released Everything has changed, which was the first single to come from this album. Some of you might have heard my final song on Youtube from my concert back in October. This is going to be my second single to be released from the album and it comes out January 3rd. This is Little things.'

'Oh god, the whole world will know about my talking in my sleep.' I whispered to the girls, who laughed in response. 'Thanks for the sympathy guys.'

'Hush.' Adriana told me with a wicked smile.

'Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind, it was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me...

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile

You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

But I'll love them endlessly

I won't let these little things

Slip out of my mouth

But if I do

It's you

Oh it's you

They add up to

I'm in love with you

And all these little things.'

Ed winked at me, causing heads to turn to face me. If they didn't know that the song was about me before, they sure did now.

-xx-xx-xx-

'Ed Sheeran performed an intimate album launch party in Islington last night, inviting artists from his label as well as the press and a lucky group of fans. The evening started with Sheeran performing seven out of twelve songs from his new album, which is available to download and buy in stores today. His wonderful performances included song 'Little Things', set to be his second single released from the album. The song was written about Sheeran's girlfriend, Lucy May, who looked stunning in a red velvet dress last night at her first event as a signed artist. Her first single 'Heart attack' is set to be released on the 20th December. We are rating Sheeran's new album five stars. It has the perfect mixture of romance, rapping and humour so get out and buy it today.' Leanne read the Metro the next morning as Ed made us breakfast in the kitchen.

My friends had stayed over at Ed's apartment, which was just as well as we hadn't got in until around 2am. The three of us sat around the small, wooden table drinking our cups of tea whilst Ed cooked bacon for our bacon sandwiches.

'Five stars! Excellent news!' I called to Ed in the kitchen and he gave me a thumbs up. 'Just not sure about the stunning comment.'

Ed turned to face me and frowned. 'You are stunning.'

'Hardly.' I scoffed and my friends raised their eyebrows from either side of me, putting down their cups of tea.

'You are stunning and beautiful.' and sexy, he added in my head.

'Luce, you're not going to win this one.' Adriana told me. 'Better just quit now.'

'Humph.' I replied.

Ed smiled, knowing he had won and turned back to cook the bacon.

'So when are you putting up your Christmas decorations?' I asked Ed when my friends had left after lunch. I'd decorated my tiny flat with a huge tree in the living room and a load of fairylights, as well as a mini tree in my bedroom, before heading up to London that week. It was a family tradition to put up the decorations the first weekend of December, but this was mainly because my mum was completely obsessed; she had a tree in every room and it drove my dad mad. She'd probably have a whole forest of Christmas trees in the living room if she could.

'I wasn't going to.' He replied, casually. 'I'm up in Suffolk with my parents this year, remember?'

'But it's the 12th of December. It's nearly halfway through.' I said with a frown. 'Mine have been up ages. It gets me in the Christmas spirit. Do you have a tree at all?'

'Nope.' He said, stroking Graham as he jumped up onto his lap. I stood up and grabbed my bag. 'What are you doing?'

'We are going to get you a tree.'

'It's less than two weeks before Christmas. The shops will be a nightmare.' He said, shaking his head.

'Well then, you should have bought a tree! Come on, up you get, we're going shopping.'

The shops were crazy busy, as expected, but it was still my favourite time of year. Wrapped up in my jeans, a baggy jumper, my faux fur coat, beanie and gloves, I was braced for the cold. Camden was decorated with Christmas lights hanging from trees and people rushed around, carrying Christmas presents as the buskers sang Christmas songs. I loved Christmas. It was definitely my favourite time of year.

'I thought we were going to get a tree?' Ed said, confused, as I pulled him into the market.

'You need decorations too.' I told him as we reached a market stall full of Christmas ornaments. I looked at the golden music note ornaments and the baubles decorated with music. 'These are perfect.'

Ed moved over beside me and picked them up, examining them. 'These are pretty sweet.' The saleswoman's eyebrows raised as she looked at us in recognition, but she didn't say anything. She just smiled as we continued to admire the tiny red hearts, the harps, the little guitars, the handmade wooden reindeers and more. Ed picked up a number of pieces, including a group of angels and handed them to the saleswoman. 'We'll take these please.'

'Of course.' The lady smiled, putting the 20-odd ornaments into a bag. She looked at the colours we'd chosen; white, silver and red, before picking up two pieces of tinsel. 'I'll throw these in for free.' She said with a grin.

'Thank you.' Ed said, returning the smile. He handed over the money and the saleswoman handed over the bag. He turned to me. 'So where are we getting this tree from?'

Half an hour later and we were in the warm again, having just had the real fir tree delivered after choosing one from a nearby tree farm. Ed stood it up in the corner of his living room and wiped his hands on his jeans. Then he disappeared to put the kettle on, as I took off my warm coat. 'Are you starting on the tree?' He called from the kitchen as I bent down to tickle Graham behind his ears.

'I thought we could do it together.' I replied, moving the ornaments bag over to the tree.

'Sure.' He said, walking into the room with our two cups of tea. He placed them down on the able. 'Oh, I forgot to tell you earlier, my parents called.'

'Oh?'

'Matt told them he'd met you and they were pretty upset I hadn't brought you up to meet them.' He said, rolling his eyes. 'We've been invited for dinner on Monday.'

I looked at my paper schedule on the living room table. 'Yeah, that's fine.' I said with a smile. My music video was being released on the Tuesday and I had another magazine interview, except this time with a teenage magazine, on Wednesday. Then there was the radio interview on Friday with my first radio play. It was going to be a busy week; heading off to the states for a few weeks was going to be a welcome break.

The tree didn't take long to decorate, as we hadn't chosen a big one, and I laughed at Graham trying to play with the baubles on the lowest branches. Ed handed me the silver star and I stretched, carefully hanging it on the top of the tree. I stood back and admired our work; it looked really good, even better perhaps than the poor fake Christmas tree I had at home.

'Happy?' Ed asked with a playful smile, grabbing my hands and pulling me towards him.

'Of course.' I replied, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

'Good.'

We spent the rest of the evening eating take-away Chinese food, lounging on the sofa and watching the second Jurassic Park film. My phone flashed with a notification; teddysphotos has tagged you in a photo.I opened Instagram and laughed at the picture of me stretching to put the star on the tree.

Getting in the festive spirit with my own angel.

'You're too cute.' I said with a smile, looking over at him and then down at the iPad in his lap. 'How's the album doing?'

'Number one on iTunes.' He replied, with a pleased grin.

'Well done you.' I said, reaching up and kissing him softly on his lips. He moved the iPad and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me harder, his hand in my hair. My hands moved over his t-shirt covered chest as he continued to kiss me. I straddled his lap and his lips moved to kiss my neck, making my breath quicken.

Then the doorbell rang.

'Fuck.' Ed sighed as I climbed off of him. 'Who the hell is ringing my doorbell at this time?' I let out a sigh and then tried to listen to what was going on on Ed's doorstep. 'What are you doing here?'

'It's your album release day. We brought alcohol.'

'I've got Lucy here.'

'Not a problem, I'm sure she'll drink with us.'

Oh Christ, I thought. I wasn't exactly dressed for a party. I pulled off my jumper so that I was just in my off-the-shoulder striped t-shirt and jeans. I checked my make-up and hair in the reflection on my phone, pulling my hair out of its bun. It would have to do.

Jeff walked into the room with a crate of beer and held his hand up to me. 'Lucy. Nice to see you again.'

'You too.' I replied, casually.

Ed appeared with three guys I didn't recognise and I couldn't help but notice one of them was carrying a playstation console.

Sorry, Ed said in my head, there's no stopping these guys.

It's okay. I said as Jeff sat down beside me.

Spending an evening with a group of guys was not a new experience for me. Growing up, I'd always had more male friends than girls, so it was the norm. I'd spent many Friday and Saturday nights watching action films or Star Wars, or playing Super Mario Brothers on games consoles. I'd even reached level 47 on Call of Duty. The guys consumed a lot of beer whilst they played games and they were irritated when I beat them several times at Mario Kart. I headed to bed about midnight, deciding I would leave them to it. As I crept up the stairs, I couldn't help but earwig on the conversation.

'You've gone all soft mate.' Dean was saying.

'Yeah man, you're completely whipped.' Jeff said in agreement.

'I can't help it.' He said in response. 'I love her.'

'Is she the one?'

'I think she might be.'

I bit my lip and smiled. The one? I guess I kind of was.

I felt nervous as Ed and I caught the train up to Suffolk on Monday afternoon and it made me more nervous knowing that we were staying up there overnight due to train times. He squeezed my hand. 'Are you nervous?'

'No..' I lied but he saw past it and kissed my forehead.

'My parents are going to love you.'

'I hope so.' I said, looking down at my brown riding boots. I'd wanted to look smart, so I'd chosen the plaid skirt and blouse combo from my photoshoot the week before, except this time I'd paired it with cream tights, brown riding boots and a brown cardigan.

'They will.' He said, squeezing my hand again. 'Your outfit is definitely 'cute girl next door'.'

'Good.' I said, leaning into him. 'Because I tried not to make it sexy secretary.'

'Sexy secretary? Mind if I see that sometime?'

'You should be so lucky.'

The town he was from didn't have a railway station, so we had to catch a cab to where his parents lived. I sat beside Ed, trying to keep my breath calm. The only boyfriend's parents that I had met had been Rich's and they'd loved me. Until I'd 'broken their son's heart' of course. I shuddered at the thought and Ed gave me a reassuring smile. The cab turned past the castle and onto a street with terraced houses painted in different colours. It stopped outside a detached cream house with a blue door and a bay window.

'Ready to go?' Ed said, breaking my thoughts as he paid the taxi driver.

'Yep.' I followed him out of the taxi, grabbing my small, floral overnight bag.

Relax. He gave me a smile and rang the doorbell. The door opened, revealing a petite woman with short strawberry blonde hair. She pulled Ed into a hug and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush. Then she pulled back to look at me.

'I can't believe he's made me wait this long to meet you, Lucy.' She said, pulling me into a hug too. 'I'm Imogen.'

'Imogen, it's freezing, why don't we let the poor kids in?!' Boomed a voice from inside. He was almost a replica of Matt, Ed's brother, so it was clear he was their dad. Ed's mum stepped aside to let us in, closing out the cold behind us. It still hadn't snowed like the forecast had said it would. Ed's dad held his hand out for me. 'I'm John.'

'Pleased to meet you both.' I smiled, nervously, as I shook his hand. I slipped off my boots, leaving them on the wooden shoe rack next to the door and Ed took my coat, hanging it on a vintage-looking coat rack. He gave my waist a squeeze and we followed his parents into the living room, which had wooden beams on the ceiling and a lovely, cosy, fireplace. The logs crackled as I sat down, enjoying the warmth the fire gave me.

Ed's parents were lovely and we spent the afternoon speaking about business; the music industry, mainly, but also their business too- they were into art and Imogen even created her own jewellery, some of which was onsale to fans and I was sure that Leanne probably owned a few pieces. I decided not to mention my weird friend. Imogen had cooked us a roast dinner, claiming that both of us needed some more meat on our bones, and it was ready not too long after our arrival.

'Your tree looks lovely.' Imogen said to Ed with a smile. 'I saw it on Instagram. It's nice to see you have one this year, but I think I know why that is.' She added, giving me a wink.

'I can't believe he didn't have one to begin with.' I told her, shaking my head, as I sat down at the table in the space they'd laid out for me.

'Well thank you for keeping him in check.' She said to me as she handed me a plate of food.

'Thank you.' I said, taking the food from her. Ed sat down next to me with his food and grabbed the gravy straight away, pouring it over his chicken and roast potatoes.

'So what are your plans for Christmas?' John asked as Ed passed me the gravy.

'My cousin lives over in America so my parents and I are flying over to join the rest of the family over there.' I replied, carefully pouring the gravy and trying my best not to spill any of it down my beautiful, cream blouse.

'Do you have any brothers or sisters?'

'No, but my cousin Willow is like my sister in ways I guess.' I said, passing over the gravy.

'That's nice.' Imogen said with a smile. 'Do you ever spend Christmas at home?'

'We alternate so it's our turn to go over there but last year they came to us.' And Willow practically moved in with me for a month, trying to get me over the mess with Rich. 'It's nice though as it's like a mini holiday.'

'Sounds lovely.'

We spent the rest of the evening planning Trivial Pursuit, and I was pleased when I came second place, only just losing to John. I knew a lot of pointless facts, which was quite beneficial when taking part in pub quizzes. I'd gone to a lot of pub quizzes when I was at university and quite often my team had won. Unless we were against The Geeks of course; they consisted of a geeky family- a mum, a dad and two sons well over thirty who still lived with their parents and from their very pasty skin I guessed they spent their whole days revising and not seeing any sunlight. Around eleven we were all getting tired and we decided it was time to head to bed.

'Ed, you're in your old room of course.' Imogen told us as we walked up to the stairs. 'Lucy, I've put you in the spare room.' She said, leading me to a door. 'The bathroom is just down the corridor.'

'Thank you.' I said with a smile.

Mum's Roman Catholic. Ed explained in my head. No sharing rooms or beds until marriage.

Oops, we've kind of messed up there.

Well not completely... we've been very well behaved.

'Sleep well and let Ed know if you need anything and I'm sure he will sort it out for you.' She said with a friendly smile before turning to her son. 'Goodnight Teddy. It's nice having you home.'

'It's nice being here.' He said as she kissed him on the cheek.

'Well goodnight.' I said to him, giving him a quick peck on the lips when the hallway was empty.

'Goodnight.'

After brushing my teeth and changing into my tartan pyjama bottoms and black vest, I curled under the blue duvet in the spare room and pulled up the fleecey blanket on the bed. It was a cold night and I didn't have Ed's heat to steal this time. I curled up in a ball and wished I'd brought the tartan button-up flannel shirt which matched my pyjama bottoms. Damn it.

Are you awake?

Yes. I replied, surprised Ed was still awake. Usually he fell asleep straight away. I jumped as my door opened and then I smiled when I saw it was my boyfriend in his batman pyjama bottoms and a black t-shirt. He walked over and climbed into the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I turned to face him and buried my face in his chest, glad to feel some warmth.

What if your parents are still awake?

Dad is snoring away. I'm pretty sure mum is asleep too. He placed a finger under my chin and moved my face so that I was looking up at him. 'I love you.' He whispered with his cute, lopsided smile.

'I love you too.' I replied in a whisper and then I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt cold again. I looked around the room and realised that Ed was nowhere to be seen. Had we been caught? Or had he snuck out before his parents woke up? I had a quick shower and got dressed into the other 'girl's next door' outfit I had brought with me; a navy tea dress with cream polka dots, cream tights and a cream cardigan. I plaited my hair in a french braid, applied my natural day make-up and made my way onto the landing where I paused.

'She's the first girlfriend you've brought home to meet us in years.' Imogen was saying in the living room.

'Mum... she's my soulfinder.' Came Ed's voice.

'Your soulfinder?' His mum replied. 'Are you sure?'

'Absolutely sure. Remember my concert in Detroit?'

'Yes?'

'Well we met there. Sky was being attacked and Lucy tackled the guy and tried to help. I went outside to help and they were both hurt before the guy got killed by the FBI. She heard my thoughts first and I had no idea but then in the hospital... I went to thank her and I could hear her in my head. How incredible is that?'

'You were in a fight?' His dad said, sounding worried.

'It was some crazy guy in love with Sky.' Ed explained. 'But everything's fine now... in fact, everything's great.'

'You seem very happy.' His mum replied.

'I am, mum, I really am.'

I made my way down the stairs and gave Ed's parents a shy smile. 'Good morning.'

'Did you sleep okay?' Imogen asked me as I sat down on the sofa beside Ed.

'Yes thank you.' I replied, hoping she didn't know about my midnight visitor.

'I'll go and put breakfast on.' John said, standing up.

'You're in for a treat,' Ed told me, 'dad makes the best full English breakfasts.'

We headed back to Camden that afternoon and I was thankful that my music video hadn't been released yet; I wanted to watch it straight away. I looked at my Facebook page, noticing the most recent post, which had to have been written by Darren at Warner Records.

The 'Heart Attack' video goes live at 6pm GMT! Don't miss out!'

I checked my watch as I sat down on the sofa: 5.50pm. Ed handed me a cup of tea and sat down beside me. 'I don't understand why they didn't send it to you so you could watch it first.'

'Well I don't understand Eric, so kinda makes sense really.' I replied with a shrug. 'Did I tell you he was calling me his blossoming superstar at your launch party? What a weirdo.'

'That is a little weird.' Ed replied. 'Although, apparently he's really good according to Leon. I don't like the comments he's making about you watching what you eat, though. As my mum's been saying, there's nothing of you.'

'Apart from my bum and thighs and hips.'

'Shh or I'll have to sing Little Things to you again.' He said, kissing my nose. 'And I definitely did that on Friday because it's all over Youtube.'

'I know, I've had hashtag Meeran and hashtag Led on my recent Instagram posts. Oh, and a few hashtag relationship goals too.'

He smiled at that. 'Relationship goals? That's pretty sweet? I'm definitely using those hashtags in my next post.'

'No you won't.' I laughed, refreshing my Facebook page. Nope, nothing. Just another one hundred likes on Darren's post.

'Wanna bet?' He grinned, planting a kiss on my lips. 'Ooh, it's 6pm. How on the ball are Warner? Refresh the page and we will see.'

I refreshed the page and there it was, with a comment supposedly by me. Here it is! My video for my first single 'Heart attack.' Remember the song is out THIS Sunday.

Ed clicked play before I could and made the video full-screen, pulling the laptop onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist.

'Never put my love out on the line

Never said "Yes" to the right guy

Never had trouble getting what I want

But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough

When I don't care

I can play 'em like a Ken doll

Won't wash my hair

Then make 'em bounce like a basketball. '

I watched as I mimed along with my microphone stand, moving it from side to side as my band rocked out in the background, then it jumped to a clip of me talking to Tyger on the bed, one which we hadn't actually realised was shot. He had been asking me out.

'But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes, you make me so nervous

That I just can't hold your hand.'

It cut back to me and the band and the fans were on, my hair blowing away from my face as I sang.

'You make me glow,

But I cover up

Won't let it show,

So I'm...

Puttin' my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack.'

The next verse showed the clips of me joking about with Tyger, taking stupid selfies on a polaroid camera and lounging around on the sofa. He was looking at me lovingly. What a good actor.

'Never break a sweat for the other guys

When you come around, I get paralyzed

And every time I try to be myself

It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair

Pain's more trouble than love is worth

I gasp for air

It feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear perfume for you

Make me so nervous

That I just can't hold your hand.'

It cut back to me rocking out with the band, this time the guitarist, Andy was shaking his hair and rocking out next to me as I sang and I was surprised how well I could mime. It was pretty impressive really.

'You make me glow,

But I cover up

Won't let it show,

So I'm...

Puttin' my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack.'

The video cut to me stood in the gorgeous black dress, singing with passion, my hands in the air. I knew the rain was coming and I was praying that I hadn't ruined the whole shot. If I had, they hadn't told me.

'The feelings got lost in my lungs

They're burning, I'd rather be numb

And there's no one else to blame (no one else)

So scared I take off and i run

I'm flying too close to the sun

And I burst into flames.'

I held the note and then came the rain, falling on me and surprisingly I hadn't ruined it. I kept on singing, running my hands through my hair as if I'd actually done it all before. I thought back to Amanda's comment about Mariah Carey and I held back a smile. It was almost sexy, wasn't it?

'You make me glow,

But I cover up

Won't let it show,

So I'm...

Puttin' my defenses up

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack

I think I'd have a heart attack.'

The song ended with Tyger's arms wrapped around me in the rain. I looked over at Ed, trying to read his expression, and he smiled.

'Well there you go, your first music video.' He said, closing the window and putting down the laptop.

'Was it okay?'

'It was a good video.' He said, his face serious. 'It's just a shame about that muscular, good-looking guy.'

'Tyger? Eurgh he was such a jerk.'

'Tyger?' He said with a raised eyebrow.

'I know, I don't think it's his real name.' I replied, adjusting my seated position so that I was more comfortable. 'He was an ass, though.'

'What did he do?' Ed asked with a smile he often used when I swore or insulted people. For some reason he found it amusing.

'He kept asking me out, even though he knew I was with you.' I said, gritting my teeth.

My boyfriend raised his eyebrows. 'To quote you he's an 'ass', although remember you are British and we say 'arse' over here.'

I silenced him with a kiss.

My first single was released that Sunday; 20th December. I'd stayed up until midnight with Ed, watching copies being bought, but I'd fallen asleep soon after, which was just as well as I had to be at Heathrow Airport for 10am.

'I can't believe I've got to wait until January to see you.' I told him, frowning. He kissed my forehead between my eyebrows.

'Well actually... I've been planning a little surprise.' He said with a lopsided smile.

'Another one?' I said, raising my eyebrows.

'I fly out on the 27th.' He said, kissing my nose. 'So I'll see you then.'

'Lucy! Come on, our gate has been called!' My dad called from outside Costa.

Ed gave me a cheeky grin and kissed me softly on the lips. 'See you in a week... oh and,' he pulled out his phone, 'you're currently number 8 in the UK top 40. Congratulations.'

The eight and a half hour flight had Wi-fi on it, so I was able to keep track on my chart progress and video comments. I opened up Twitter and was surprised by the number of 'mentions' I had. Should I answer them? Why not? I started with the top one:

Lucymay just loving your new single! It's so catchy and cool!

mysticdreamer thank you so much for your feedback. Glad you like it x

Lucymay my brother Joe loves you. Will you marry him?! xxx

heytheredelilah I'm sorry, I'm taken! But keep smiling Joe, plenty more fish x

Lucymay Please do a concert soon! Really want to see you

supernaturalfan I will try my best to do a concert soon x

And then everyone was retweeting and freaking out that I'd been replying to people. It made my flight go a lot quicker though, and for that I was grateful.

We arrived in Michigan at 2.30pm their time, which was 7.30pm in the UK. It explained just why I was so hungry too. We had some food at the airport to settle our grumbling stomachs and then we grabbed our big suitcases and headed out into the cold air.

'It's been snowing! How wonderful!' My mum said, grinning from ear to ear as she looked at the icing sugar covering the ground. It hadn't snowed much, it was just a light sprinkling, but it was only 1 degrees celcius so the snow wasn't going to melt anytime soon.

With icy roads, the drive in our hire car took just over an hour and a half and I was thankful to be at my family's house in West Bloomfield. My aunt, uncle and Willow lived in a four bedroom house with cream panelled outside walls and large windows with dark brown shutters each side. They had a covered porch area, where the rocking chair still sat despite the sprinkling of snow on the ground.

'Lucy!' Willow called, running out of the door in her fluffy slippers as my dad passed me my suitcase.

I laughed as I nearly fell backwards. 'Hey, Wills.'

'Hey Auntie and Uncle.' She said, smiling at my parents.

'Hello Willow.' They chorused, closing the boot of the car. 'Shall we get inside before you completely ruin your slippers?' My mum added with a laugh.

The whole of the downstairs was weirdly open-planned. It was rectangular shaped with a bathroom lining on wall and the stairs on another. And then there was a small room directly in the middle of the downstairs, containing a shower room. If you walked past it to the right there was the living room with polished wooden floor and comfy brown suede sofas. Then you could walk through the living room to the cream-countered kitchen and then back round in a circle to the large dining table. Upstairs consisted of another bathroom and the four bedrooms. My parents always stayed in the 'peach room', which had peach painted walls and matching duvets, a walk-in closet tucked in the corner. I always stayed in the study, which had a single daybed with vintage decorated bars three sides of it. The duvet was Cath Kidston-style and there was a quilt my aunt had made covering it. I unpacked my clothes in the small closet and dresser, although I knew I'd spend most of my time in Willow's room with its comfy bed decorated with turquoise duvets and sequins, fairylights on the walls and wrapped around the canopy my uncle had made her.

'Did you miss me?' She asked with a smile, sitting down on my bed for the next few weeks.

'Of course.' I told her, folding up some jumpers.

My phone beeped and she looked at it. 'Luce, you have four missed calls from your boyfriend.'

'I do?' I was surprised my phone had finally decided to get signal, as it had been struggling to connect to a US network.

'And a text.' She tapped on the screen. 'You're never going to believe this! I'm number one in the album chart and guess who has the number 1 single... You! Power couple relationship goals? kiss kiss kiss. That's great news Luce!'

'I'm number one? Wha-what?' I took the phone off her and opened up the UK Top 40 webpage. There I was. At number 1, beating Justin Bieber. I widened my eyes and squealed. 'How? How have I done this?!'

'I guess the world is finally seeing how talented you are!' She beamed.

My eyes widened as I let the news sink in. 'I guess so.'