Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Insecure

I sighed heavily while studying my reflection in the full-body mirror in our shared bedroom. Usually, I didn't feel too insecure about about myself because of Ed always telling me how beautiful I was to him. But from time to time, I absolutely hated what I saw in the mirror and it made me want to throw up.

Ed thought he had solved these problems and that I now felt comfortable in my skin. Speaking of Ed: He was downstairs watching a football match on TV. I knew he immediately would come upstairs and help me to feel better if I'd asked him to, but I didn't want to annoy him with the same old story.

So I just stood there, watching myself in disgust, lost in my own thoughts.

"Baby?" I flinched when I heard him knocking on the door and calling my name. I panicked and my eyes searched the room for something to cover myself with, but it was too late. He had already caught me staring at the mirror. "Ed, I...," He was at my side in a second, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"No," he said, simply, pressing his lips to my neck. I felt my tears wetting my cheeks and a sob escaped my lips. I felt so ridiculous, standing there only in my bra and panties, crying over something so stupid.

Ed tightened his embrace and pulled me closer to his warm chest. I tried my best to stop my body from shaking but it felt like I'd lost control over it.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out.

"Shhh, Darling," he hushed me and gently srarted to sway us both back and forth. "I'll try to fix this but I need you to calm down first."

"I'm trying, I...can't!" I choked out.

"Breathe with me, Darling. Nice deep breaths. Can you do that for me?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded and tried to imitade his calm breathing. This ,combined with the comforting beating of his heart against my back, managed to calm me down a bit.

After making sure I was okay he brought his fingers under my chin, lifting it up and forcing me to look at myself in the mirror.

"And now, tell me what you see," he said quietly. I hesitated and swallowed, before opening my mouth.
"Uhm, I...I see a girl with boring brown eyes, boring long hair and too many curves.
Her lips are too small and her skin is...I don't now. I see nothing special, just a plain girl."

"Wanna know what I see?" I nodded and he reached for my hair, grabbing a strand of it.

"I see a girl with soft, shiny hair. It's so long and I could never tell what colour it is, what makes it very special. It always smells so good always looks very lovely. She should never ever cut it.
Her eyes are so big and so brown. They remind me of chocolate and hold so much warmth. But it's not just the colour that I love."

"No?" I asked softly. He shook his head.

"It's what they show. Everytime I look into them, I see so many things. Love, excitement, pain, passion, joy and care. And whenever she tells me she loves me, I see honesty. She thinks they are boring, but I think they're beautiful."

I opened my mouth but he cut me off before I could say something.

"I'm not done yet. Her lips? They are so perfect. Full and pouty. When she kisses me, it sends chills down my spine and I could never ever get enough of them."

He began to trace one finger down my cheek.

"Her skin is soft and I'm always afraid of hurting her with my rough hands."

He brought his hands down to my hips and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

"I love her body. I love that she's not starving herself to look like a stick.
I'm in love with her hair. I'm in love with her eyes. I'm in love with her smile and I'm in love with the shape of her body. She thinks she's just a plain girl, but to me she is so perfect, so gorgeous, so beautiful and I love her more than anything else in the world."
He turned me around to press his lips against mine, kissing me softly. I didn't even try to hold back my tears. He smiled lightly and put this thumbs under my eyes, drying my tears. "No more tears, alright?"

"Ed, I...I don't know what to...say," I stuttered.

"You don't have to say anything. You
just have to see what I see and you have to tell me when you start to get these feelings again, okay?"

I nodded and again wrapped my arms around him. His hands traced patterns over my bare skin and I shivered. "You're cold?" he asked.

"A bit," I mumbled. Without warning he swept me off my feet and I squealed, bringing my arms around his neck.

"Let's get you warmed up then!" I laughed and reached up to rub my nose against his. "I love you so much, Teddy." He smiled softly.

"I love you, too, Honey."