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Hello guys, sorry for not updating a lot I'm really busy and every time before I write, I read some of the Fault In Our Stars to get inspiration and it's really hard. Again, sorry.

Elizabeth's POV

"Lilibeth?" He asked me. "Will you be my valentine?" He asked me. "Huh?" I asked him. "My valentine." He said. "Ed, that's cheesy and you have a girlfriend." I said. "I have a lot of explaining to do when we get home." He said. I was confused. Explaining? About what? "But still, will you? Please?" He said. "Ok, but no one can know." I said and he chuckled. "Okay, okay, no one will know." He said.

"I wanna go home, with you." He said. "I'll ask the nurse." I said and pressed the nurse button and she came a couple minutes after.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked us. "Well, can he leave?" I asked. "Yeah sure." She said. "Your things are right there. You can change in the bathroom if you want to and leave the hospital clothes on the bed." She told Ed and left.

"Okay then." He said and got up. He took some clothes from his luggage including; button-down, jeans, sneakers and boxers. He went in the bathroom and changed. When he came out I remembered him when he was first known.

The young Ed Sheeran with the famous 'You need me I don't need you.' Now look at him. He grew up and his hair isn't that messy, he doesn't wear hoodies anymore and worst of all; His songs aren't the same. His new album soft songs are only 'One' and 'Tenerife Sea.' He mostly has dynamic songs now. I miss 'Kiss me' and 'The A Team' and 'Lego house' and so much more. He changed. I hate it.

"Umm, should we get going?" He asked me. "Uhh, yeah sure." I softly answered, as I was drifted away from my thoughts. "Is there anything wrong?" He asked me as he grabbed my hand with one hand and his suitcase wih his other hand as we walked out of the hospital. "No, nothing." I said but he turned around to face me.

"Come on, I know somehing's wrong." He said sounding worried. "It's nothing Ed, just leave it." I said sounding annoyed while I wasn't, I was becoming sad.

"Ok, but I'm not just going to leave it like that. I'm asking you again at home, meaning the hotel room." He said and I chuckled for a bit.

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When we went home Ed sat on the bed and patted the seat next to him.

"What about the suitcases?" I asked him. "Damn those suitcases, come on." He said. I laughed and sat next to him.

He changed a bit...but not totally. He's funny, I don't know if he was before, but I bet he was.

"Ok, so what's up?" He asked me. "Ok, I guess." I said. "No, not that. I mean what's up with you. Why are you a bit sad-angry about something?" He asked me. "Fine." I said and whispered at his ear.

"You're not Ed."