Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Grammys

I was tossing and turning in the big hotel bed, waiting for Ed to come home. There was no chance of falling asleep, with knowing how disappointed he must have been about losing again. I sighed while shiffting uncomfortable. He deserved it so much. He deserved all of those stupid, golden gramophones.

My heart ached as I remembered the look of disappointment on his face when they announced the winner and it wasn't him. He used to say that he doesn't need a Grammy and that it doesn't matter to him, but I knew it better.

I'd told him earlier to join the after-parties and have fun, Grammy or no Grammy. But as I heard thr door to our room being opened and closed again, I knew he went straight back to the hotel.
I sat up in bed while Ed was trying to find his way through the darkness. He stumbled over one of our suitcases and a number of curse words left his mouth. I reached for the little lamp on my nightstand and switched it on. The sudden light caused Ed to flinch and he turned towards me, squinting his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said quickly, nervously clutching the white sheets of the hotel bed between my hands. He didn't response and just starred at me with his beautiful blue eyes. He looked absolutely tired and exhausted.

"Teddy?" I asked carefully and got out of bed. He walked over to me, closing the distance between us, and threw his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly while burying his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. I felt his heart beating faster than normally as he held onto me. Seeing him so upset broke my heart.

"It's okay, Teddy," I said softly.

"I fucking lost again! I'm sorry," he exhaled.

"You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault that they have a bad taste in music," I told him, while gently rubbing his back. He pulled back, looking at me with sad eyes.

"But I disappointed you again. And my parents! They flew over just to see me lose again!" he cried out.

"Ed, don't be silly. You didn't disappoint anyone. Not me and not your parents." I could tell that, by the look on his face, he didn't believe me. So I took his hand and guided him towards the bed, sitting down next to him.

"Look, Teddy. I know you wanted a Grammy. But believe me when I say you don't need one of those stupid things. They're totally overrated. You're the hardest working person I know and people will still love you, Grammy or not. You don't need tons of awards to be an amazing artist. Please don't be upset," I said softly, while rubbing over his knuckles with my thumb to comfort him. He didn't answer and just looked down at our hands. "Please?"
He nodded slowly and forced small smile on his face.
"Good boy." I brought his hand to my lips and placed a kiss on the back. "Now, go and put on some comfortable clothes. I enjoy seeing you in a suit, though. You look so handsome." I smiled and loosened the tie from around his neck.

He laughed a little and got up.
"I'll be right back," he said and went over to his closet to change into his flannel pants and a black shirt. Then, he slid into bed next to me, pulling the covers over our bodies. I turned to face him and put one hand on his scratchy cheek.

"You're not upset anymore, are you?" I asked. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in closer so that our noses almost touched.

"A little. It would have been nice to win," he confessed.

"I know. Next year, trust me." He chuckled lightly and leaned in, pressing our lips together. My hand went up to his neck while he was kissing me softly.

"I love you, Teddy," I whispered, after pulling away. He rested his forehead against mine.

"I love you, too, Honey. Screw that damn Grammy. You're so much better than some silly award. I have everything I need right beside me."
A big smile appeared on my face at his words and I pressed myself even closer to him. I felt his fingers brushing over my skin where my shirt didn't cover my back and brought him into another kiss.

"One day you'll beat them all, Teddy. Trust me."