Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Studio Time

Everything was quiet, expect for the sound of the TV and the only light in the room came from the screen. I sat on the sofa, a blanket around my shoulders and not really paying attention on the TV show that was playing. I was dead tired because it was almost midnight, but I wanted to wait for Ed to home.

He's been in the studio all day, working on his new album. I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye before he left because it was early in the morning and he let me sleep. It's been like this for the past three weeks. Weekends often were the only opportunity to spend time with him. Studio time was awful.

Just when I thought I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, the sound of the door being opened made me sit up straight. I smiled to myself. Finally.
But when Ed made his way into the living room, the smile on my face dropped and changed into an expression of worry. He was paler than usual and looked absolutely worn out.

"Hey, you," he said and shuffled towards the sofa, where he immediately slumped down and rested his head on my lap.

"Hey Teddy, how are you?" I asked softly and started to comb my fingers through his bright orange hair. He forced a little smile on his face.

"Just a little tired, you know. What are you watching?"

"Nothing," I said and turned off the TV. He closed his ocean blue eyes and for a few minutes silence filled the room. "Teddy, I worry about you," I finally said. He opened his eyes again and questioningly looked at me.

"You have to leave so early in the morning and when you come back you're often to tired to even talk to me. You work too hard," I told him and placed a hand on his cheek.

"I'm fine," he tried to convince me but I just rolled my eyes at him.

"The bags under your eyes tell me another story. I'm going to text Stu that you'll stay at home tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And maybe for the next few days," I told him. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Good luck with that," he said and closed his eyes again.
After a few more minutes of resting on the sofa it seemed like he had fallen asleep.

"Teddy," I lowered my head to whisper in his ear. "Do you want to sleep on the sofa?" No answer. I took that as a yes. I carefully lifted his head from my lap and placed a pillow under it. Then I spread the blanket and pulled it over his shoulders. "Goodnight, Teddy," I said quietly and pressed a small kiss on his forehead.
But just when I was about to leave, his hand reached out for me and grabbed my wrist.

"Wait," he mumbled. "Sleep here, too?" I smiled lightly.

"Scoot over then, you weirdo." Ed opened the blanket for me and I crawled under it. I snuggled up against his chest and pecked his soft lips. "Happy?"

"Happy," he confirmed.

"Good. Now sleep," I ordered and closed my eyes. He chuckled and pulled me a bit closer to him.