perfect (ed sheeran x reader)

prologue

I sat in my bed and hugged my pillow. I bit my lower lip and stared at the ceiling with my pink cat ear uwu headphones on.

Blasting at full volume through the headphones, "bad habits" by Ed Sheeran was playing.

I knew what my bad habit was, and I was ashamed.

Every night, I listened to the sweet voice of my gorgeous angel, Ed Sheeran, wishing he was next to me, holding me close and singing songs with enough power to blow my petite body through the window. He was the only person I could ever have such violent, passionate and yet sweet, beautiful love for.

I sighed and turned over, knowing Ed didnt even know I existed. That was the sad truth that I had come to accept.

Enjoy.