Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Stressed Out

"Teddy, why don't you go to sleep now? It's already past midnight and you had a very long day," I said, walking over to where Ed was concentrating on the lyrics written down on the paper in front of him.

He didn't answer and kept his eyes glued onto the paper.

"Ed?" I spoke up again. Nothing. I sighed and sat down beside him on the sofa. His ginger hair was messy, sticking up in a million different directions.
There where dark circles under his bright blue eyes from the lack of sleep. I could tell he was working way to hard by trying to finish the third album.

I reached for the pen he was holding in one hand and took it from him, yanking him back into reality. He turned his head into my direction and gave me a confused look.

"Give it back. That's my pen," he demanded. I shook my head.

"Ed, it's too late. You need rest."

He reached for the pen but I quickly hid it behind my back.

"I need to...need to finish this song. I'm almost done," he mumbled. I took a glance at the almost blank sheet of paper in his hands.

"You've written down two sentences. You can finish it tomorrow but not now." He shook his head.

"But I have to finish it now."

I huffed in frustration. "Are you kidding me? Look at yourself. You work way too hard and you've been so stressed out lately. You're not being yourself, Ed!"

"I'm not stressed out. I'm fine," he said quietly, rubbing his tired eyes. But when he removed his hands from his face, I could see the tears welling up which showed me that he most definitely wasn't fine.

"Teddy, what's wrong?" I asked softly, taking the paper from his hands and placing it on the table in front of the sofa, together with the pen. 

"I...I can't do this anymore!" he cried out and threw his arms around me, burying his head into my shoulder.

"What is it, Baby. Talk to me," I whispered and also wrapped my arms around his shaking body.

"It's all too much. I...I just can't do this anymore!" he sobbed and tightened his grip on me. Seeing him in this state really broke my heart. He's never been so upset and frustrated about a new album before.

"It's okay, Baby, it's okay," I said, trying my best to comfort him. He shook his head against my shoulder.

"No, it isn't! I need to finish the album. I'm already late but it's like...like , my mind is completly blank and empty. I can't do anything right anymore. I even forgot the words and chords to some of my old songs! And everything new I write down is just meaningless and superficial! I'm just so frustrated!" he sobbed.
His heart was pounding against his chest and his breathing had sped up.

"Shh, Teddy. You're just too exhausted to concentrate on anything at the moment. You need a break," I mumbled and began to gently rub my hands up and down his back.
"And you need to calm down. Just take a few deep breaths for me, okay?" I kept rubbing my hand over his back until I could feel his breathing slow down a bit.

"Yeah, keep breathing. I've got you. Do you wanna try and come to bed with me?" He hesitated for a few seconds, but then nodded his head and pulled away from me. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were puffy from all the crying. Seeing him like this, so desperate and upset, really broke my heart.

took his hand in mine and gently guided him upstairs to our bedroom. He immediately grabbed my hand, once we lay down next to each other.

"I'm sorry. I know  all of this sounds very stupid but I can't help it. I just want the album to be perfect and it's not done yet and I just can't deal with it," he told me.

"Oh Ed, please don't apologize. I know you want it to be perfect, but you mustn't be so stressed out about it. You're just hurting yourself," I told him while running my free hand through his soft hair.

"I'm trying not to stress about it. I really am, but I just...I don't know.
I'm -," I cut him off by placing one finger over his lips.

"Shh, calm down, Teddy. I hate seeing you so upset."

"I'm sor -," he started but again I didn't let him finish. This time by pressing my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to my body.

"I love you so much, Alice. I don't know what i would do if you weren't by my side to keep me sane," he mumbled after breaking the kiss. He placed his head on my chest, over my heart, and slid one hand under my shirt, where he let it rest on my stomach. I sat my chin on top of his head and began to gently rock him in my arms.

"I love you, too. So, so much. We'll sort this out and you'll be fine, Teddy. I'm always there for you, okay? You're not alone."

"Thank you, Honey" he said quietly, making me smile a little.
We stayed like this until his light snores were telling me he'd fallen asleep. I squeezed him and managed to pull the blanket over the two of us without moving around too much and waking him up again. Then I lowered my head to whisper in his ear.

"Goodnight, Teddy. Sleep well."