Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Night Terror

I sat up straight in bed, breathing heavily. Groaning, I let my head drop into my hands after realizing that it was just another one of my stupid nightmares.
I tried to slow down my breathing while rubbing my eyes. I couldn't remember the last time I've had a peaceful night's sleep because those nightmares wouldn't stop haunting me.
I took a glance at Ed's sleeping body sprawled out next to me on the bed. His light snores were telling me that at least he was having a peaceful sleep. It was his first night home after tour and I haven't told him anything about the sleeping problem yet. I didn't want to worry him or make him feel guilty.

Sighing, I slipped out of bed, knowing that there was no chance of going back to sleep now. I grabbed my pillow and tiptoed out of our bedroom, heading into the living room. I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. I was planning on watching some stupid TV show until my eyes burned and I wouldn't be able to stay awake any longer. This was what I have been doing for the past few weeks.

Not really paying attention, I was staring blankly at the TV, when suddenly light flushed the living room. Startled, I turned around to see Ed standing in the doorframe. His hair was a mess and he was staring at me through his glasses. I put my hand over my heart.

"Jesus, Ed, you scared me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why are you awake, watching TV at 3am in the morning instead of lying in bed next to me? Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

I forced a smile on my face."Yeah, everything's alright."

He crossed his arms."You're such a bad liar, you know that right? Did I do anything wrong?"

I shook my head, feeling my eyes tear up. "I'm sorry. I just...I don't know," I whispered. His face softened and he hurried around the sofa, sitting down next to me. He took the remote from my hands and turned off the TV. Then he turned to face me and put my face between his hands.

"What's wrong, Honey? You can tell me," he said softly, while stroking my cheeks with this thumbs.

"I just can't sleep, 'cause I've been having nightmares for the past few weeks and it's driving me insane. I meant to tell you but you were on tour and I didn't want to worry you and I'm sorry," I explained. It souned even more stupid, saying it out loud.

"Oh Darling, don't apologize. You should have just told me. I'm always there for you, even at three in the morning," he said, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm so - ," I began but Ed interrupted me.

"Shhh, you don't have to be sorry. Just try to calm down a bit so we can go back to bed." His hands were rubbing small circles on my back. I rested my head against his warm chest and closed my eyes. After a few moments of silence I took a deep breath and pulled away.

"I'm okay," I said, looking up at him. A smile lingered on his lips and he bent down to place a kiss on my forehead. "Do you wanna try and come to bed with me now?" he asked. I nodded in response.

"Let's go then." He stood up and offered me his hand. I grabbed my pillow, that was lying next to me on the sofa, and took his hand. He put his arm around me, while guiding me back to our bedroom. I smiled as I noticed the familiar scent of his cologne, that lingered in the room. He told me to lie down, while taking off his glasses and ruffling his hair. I did as he told me and got comfortable under the warm blanket, pulling it up to my chin. He then climed into bed and scooted closer. His tattooed arms wrapped around my exhausted body and I cuddled up towards his chest. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, before tucking his chin on top of my head. His hands found their way under my shirt, where he started to rub small circles on my skin.

"Sing me something?" I asked quietly.

He nodded and lowered his head down to my ear.

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound," he sang softly.

His voice took away my fear and finally, after so many sleepless nights, I felt myself drifting off to sleep without having to be anxious about any stupid nightmares.