shape of you - ed sheeran x reader

chapter three: regret and realization

You felt your eyelashes flutter awake as daylight nipped and licked you into shape. It would've been a nice way to wake up if it weren't for the blinding headache that nestled itself into the center of your forehead immediately after.

Great, you were hungover.

You groaned as you pressed your face into the pillow again, the sunlight being excessively bright as it shone through the dusty grey curtains. Didn't you just buy new blackout curtains for your dorm?

As you attempted to turn away you found that you couldn't, the weight of something holding you down.

What on earth?

Your eyes flew open and you instantly winced. Despite the brightness, you squinted to make out a few things around you. The unfamiliar dusty grey curtains that swayed in the breeze right next to an oak dresser inches from your face, neither of which you owned.

What was going on? Where were you?

You tried to wrack through your brain for memories of the night before but found that most of them were blurry and non-discernable- you made the effort nonetheless. You had been at the bar, you knew that for certain. It was quiet and you had been sipping on your lemon drops drowning in your emotional wreckage when...

Shit.

You gulped as you turned your head gradually to see where the pressure was coming from. Your heart stopped.

His ginger hair was mangled and out of place as half of his face smudged on his pillow, mumbling in his sleep as drool escaped his lips. You were pressed up against him from behind as his tattooed arm draped across your waist.

You nearly gagged when you realized you were both nude. You returned to your original position and released a breath you didn't intend on holding, gripping onto the sheets like your life depended on it.

You cursed yourself for being such an idiot and not thinking the situation through. You had been too drunk to make a rational decision or to have a smart reaction towards the situation.

What had gotten into you? So now whenever you get cheated on you spread your legs and screw some random stranger at a bar? How low could you possibly go?

It was safe to say your coping methods weren't ideal or remotely healthy.

You craned your head from being against the pillow to examine the room. You were in his bedroom, not to mention in his enormous bed. Great.

Taking a deep breath, you peeled his arm off from around your waist, being sure to not move too fast in fear of waking him.

You really didn't want to have to face him after your night together. Sure, he rearranged your guts last night, but that didn't mean you loved the guy.

You needed to leave, and now.

Your whole body stopped when you felt him stir in your grasp. You held onto his arm mid-air with trembling hands as he started to mumble incoherently. He kept making short movements, you were beginning to panic.

This was like trying to creep past a sleeping bear, and you were getting dangerously close to waking the unconscious beast.

You waited and waited, praying for time to pass.

Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't-

A wave of relief came over you as he pulled his hand out of your grip and tucked it under his chin before falling back into a deep sleep. It would've been cute if only you weren't drowning in anxiety.