Bastille and Ed Sheeran imagines/preferences

Imagine For Eden

****TW FOR SWEARING SELF HARM MENTIONS, ANXIETY MENTIONS AND STUFF LIKE THAT, PLEASE ONLY READ ON IF THAT DOESNT TRIGGER OR UPSET YOU. THANKS :)

Your POV:

The sun's shining, -which in England is relatively rare -, the birds are singing and I feel more positive than usual.

Since I put my music on shuffle and 'The Phoenix' by Fall Out Boy came on I'm ready to take on the world.....for two minutes anyway.

"Move out of the way, loser!" A voice shouts before hitting into me, causing my tea to spill all over me. Nice.

I barely utter out a small 'sorry' that I'm sure they didn't hear, or even care to. Good mood ruined and covered in tea I now feel pretty shitty.

"Hey, are you ok?" Someone interrupts my small internal freak out.

I take him in; he's dressed in normal looking pants, not very tight and not very loose, a, rather comfy, looking blue hoodie, the hood is up but I can still see a few strands of ginger hair poking through and his hands are hidden by the sleeves and he's got a phone in his hands. f I'm going to be honest, he looks totally adorable.

I then remember that he'd actually spoken to me and quickly snap out of my trance, already feeling a blush of embarrassment find its way to into my face.

"Uhmm yeah I'm fine, someone knocked into me, that's why I'm covered in tea aha." I throw in a nervous laugh at the end.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You could come back to my apartment if you want, it's just down the road and I have some spare clothes you can borrow?" He replies with a sweet smile.

Now at first I want to answer a straight out 'no' but I realise that would sound really rude, plus I really don't want to have to wear tea stained clothes for the rest of the day, and he certainly doesn't seem like a serial killer or anything.....in fact he looks kind of familiar...

"Yeah, that would actually be great thank you!"

"I haven't asked yet, what's your name?" He replies while motioning which way his apartment is.

"Um I'm Eden (Y/L/N), you?"

"A pretty name for a pretty girl, I'm sorry that was really awkward, I'm Ed Sheeran." He says his name as if surprised that I don't already know it, even I'm though I'm pretty sure we've never met before....

"Ok well we're here, come in." He shows me into the house and I take a quick look around; there's not a lot of furniture, just a few chairs and a table, what does catch my eye though is a picture frame hung on a wall to my right, I can't make out many of the words but it definitely says something about 'The A Team.' Weird.

"The bathroom's just through here, and I'll go get a hoodie you can wear." He then disappears down the hallway and reappears moments later holding a red hoodie, the same style as the one he's wearing, only red not blue obviously.

"Thank you so much, I'll just go get changed ok?" I mumble heading into the bathroom, and shutting the door behind me.

I can't help but feel an awkward tension in the air even though Ed has been nothing but nice to me,mso it's probably just my insecurities making me think that.

The bathroom was quite nice, again not filled with stuff but it was nice, though I must admit I didn't think it was exactly Ed's style.

'You've known him for like 10 minutes you don't know his style' my subconscious tells me, making a good point.

I then spot a dress hanging on the back of the door, and given that I didn't get a dress wearing vibe off Ed I decide that he must be living with someone else, a girlfriend perhaps?... That would also explain the bathroom's style. I can't help but feel a little disappointed, which is ridiculous, because why should I care?