Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Wembley Night 1

How do you go from playing in front of 150 people to selling out three nights at Wembley Stadium? Well, according to Ed, you just have to make it your birthday wish when you cut your cake.

I still couldn't believe tonight was real. But there he was. Playing in front of 80.000 people on his own, just with a guitar and his loop pedal. I was backstage with Stu and some other members of the crew, watching the concert from there. The last two hours were like a dream and I couldn't remember a time when he I've seen him happier.
Yesterday night he was so nervous, it took me a little eternity to convince him to go to bed and get some rest.
And now, his nervousness was gone and it seemed like he never ever wanted to leave that stage again.

He just had announced his last song and I couldn't wait to get him back and tell him how proud I was. My anticipation grew when I heard the last bit of music fade. He sat his guitar down and waved to the roaring crowd one more time, the biggest smile on his face. Just moments later he walked around the corner, into our direction. He was drenched in sweat and his orange hair was the biggest mess ever. Ed high-fived and hugged the guys first before turning towards me. He opened his arms and came closer.

"I'm not hugging you until you get a shower." I crossed my arms playfully, trying to hide my smile. Ed smirked and started chasing after me. I didn't make it far and I shrieked when he caught up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back against his chest.

"Nooo!" I squealed, giggling like a maniac as he turned me around. "You're SO sweaty! This is so disgusting, Ed!"

"Oh come on, I know you love it," Ed laughed and placed his hands on my hips.

"No, I don't! But I love you and I'm so proud of you. You were amazing, Teddy." I looked up at him with a smile on my face. His eyes shone with happiness.
"Thank you, Love." He reached down to connect our lips and pulled me closer to him. His lips tasted salty and his damp hair tickled my face.

"You're still disgusting, thought," I whispered and squirmed away from him. He chuckled and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers.

"I don't want to interrupt you two, but do you wanna go out and celebrate tonight with a few drinks?" Murray, Ed's cousin, asked us.

"Actually, I wanted to drive back to the hotel and get some rest. How about tomorrow after the show?" Ed suggested. Murray gave a thumb up, waved goodbye and left with the others. "I'll just get my rucksack and we can leave, okay?" I nodded and we made our way to his dressing room.

30 minutes later we were back at the hotel and I've ordered Ed to take a shower. While he was in the bathroom, I decided to order pizza for dinner and prepared our bed. After I've packed Ed's things for tomorrow, he came out of the bathroom, wearing flannel pants and a black shirt. I patted the free spot next to me on the bed and he waisted no time crawling onto the mattress and getting comfortable next to me.

"Is pizza okay for dinner?" I asked and handed him a plate.
"Perfect. Thank you, Love." He gladly accepted the food and took a big bite.

"I'm really, really proud of you, Teddy. You did an amazing job. I can't wait for tomorrow." I told him and leaned against his shoulder.

"Neither can I. I still can't believe I've just played in front of 80.000 people in Wembley fucking Stadium!" He sounded so excited and happy like a little kid on Christmas.
After finishing the pizza we both got ready for bed. Ed snuggled up behind me, spooning me. His one arm was lying against the pillow, letting me rest my head on it. His left hand was flat against my stomach to hold me closer to his chest. His thumb caressed my skin and I sighed. I placed my hand on top of his, squeezing lightly.

"Sleep now," I mumbled. He laughed quietly and pressed a kiss to my neck.

"Goodnight, my Love."

"Goodnight, Teddy."