Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Shaving

The sudden movement of our bed woke me up from my peaceful slumber. Yawning quietly I brought up my hands to rub my tired eyes. Keeping them closed, I rolled over and reached my hand out for Ed, only to come in contact with empty sheets. Frowning I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing me.

"What are you doing, Teddy?" I asked quietly and sat up a bit, propping myself up on my elbows.

He turned his head a bit to look at me. "I have to pee," he answered, stiffling a yawn. Chuckling I let myself fall back into the comfort of my fluffy pillows.

"Hurry up, it's cold here without you."

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked and got up from the bed.

"And don't leave the toilet lid up," I added while watching the back of his messy head as he headed towards the bathroom. He stopped, one hand on the handle and rolled his eyes into my direction. "I never do that," he said, pretending to have no idea what I was talking about, before he entered the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack.
Shaking my head at him I pulled to warm blanket up to my chin and waited for him to come back.

It was Sunday and Sundays were always the same. Or, at least, they have been the same for the past few weeks now. After he had finished touring in Europe, Ed came back home for his UK tour. But although he was back to England we still barely had time for each other. Ed's schedule was very busy during the week and I had to go to work, too. It was really hard to have such limited time with him but there wasn't really much we could do about it.
However, Sundays were the days where there weren't any shows or interviews, so I had him all to myself. One day didn't seem much but it was better than not seeing him at all.
On his day off we would always just stay at home to watch TV all day long, cuddle in bed and take long naps, like the one we've just woken up from.

He's been in the bathroom for quite a while now and I slowly started to get unimpatient. Wondering what took him so long I got out from under the blanket and swang my legs over the bed. With bare feet I padded across the room. "Ed, what are you doing in there?" I asked lightly knocking on the door before pushing it open. He stood there, looking at himself in the mirror and running his fingers through his beard.

"Hey," he mumbled as I walked inside and stood on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around him from behind.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" I said smirking and planted a kiss on his bare shoulder. He laughed a bit before getting serious again.

"Baby, I have a question: Beard or no beard?"

"What?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Beard or no beard?" he repeated. "I mean how do you like me better?"

"Does that matter?" I asked holding back an amused smile because of how serious he was. "You always look very handsome, Teddy."
He blushed a bit and placed his hand over mine, squeezing it, before he opened a small cabinet next to the mirror. He quickly found what he was searching for and put it on the sink: A razor and a bottle of shaving cream.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" I wanted to know and let go of his neck to stand beside him.

"Uhm shaving? Don't you think it's a bit too long?"

I shook my head. "But I like your beard."
He gave me a funny look before he started laughing. "I thought it didn't matter?"

I pouted a bit and cupped his cheek with my hand. "But you look hot with your beard."

"You mean, I look like a caveman, right? Hey, I've got an idea! Do you wanna help me shave?" he asked sounding excited.

I studied his face trying to find out if he was joking or not. "Are you serious, Ed? I don't think this would be a good idea. You would probably end up with another scar," I told him and used my finger to lightly touch the white scar on his right cheek.

"Aw come on, Alice. I'm sure it'll turn out better than when I do it," he tried to persuade me and handed me the shaving cream.
I was still skeptical but one look into his pleading eyes was enough to convince me. "Fine," I gave in and opened the bottle to put some cream on my hand. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

I rubbed my hands together and looked up to see Ed smiling at me. He leaned down a bit and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Thank you, Honey."
I rolled my eyes and slowly started apply shaving cream on his beard. When I was done I washed my hands and then took the razor. Our eyes met again and I found myself shaking my head.

"I've never done this before. It will look horrible," I sighed.

"No, it won't, 'cause you're good at everything," he pointed out with a  confident grin.

"If you say so." With my bottom lip between my teeth I started to shave him with short downward strokes.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked after I was done with a small section. Or at least, I thought I was done. I had often watched him shave before and it always seemed simple and easy but right now, I didn't really have an idea of what I was doing.

"Nope," Ed answered popping the 'p'. "You're doing good."

I pulled him a bit closer to me and started with another section of his beard. "This is the first and last time I'm doing this, okay? It's so weird."

"Whatever you say," he chuckled.

Only a few minutes later I was done and used a wet towel to wipe the rest of the cream from his face. But as I saw the result I gasped and clapped one hand over my mouth. "Oh my god, Ed. I'm so sorry," I whispered and stared at him with wide eyes.

"What?" Ed asked confused and quickly turned towards the mirror. As he saw what happened to his beard, his jaw dropped and his confusion was replaced with shock. "Holy crap, Alice! What have you done?!"

I really thought I've done it properly but I've messed it up so much. I didn't even shave the whole beard.  There was more hair on his left than on his right side and it looked kinda patchy now. Also his skin was red and looked pretty sore.

"It looks horrible, oh my god," Ed cried desperatly while inspecting his face in the mirror, touching his sensitive skin.

"I told you it was a bad idea! It's not my fault!" I tried everything to hold back my laugh. It did look horrible but watching Ed freak out and being so desperate about it was the funniest thing ever.

"Hey, that's not funny. Stop laughing at me!" he ordered, glaring at me.

"Or what?" I smirked and folded my arms in front of my chest.

He quickly grabbed the razor from the sink, an evil grin on his lips. "Or else I'm just gonna shave your eyebrows off. Wouldn't that be funny, Darling?" he asked sweetly, taking a step forward.

I looked at him with big eyes. "You wouldn't do that, Edward."

"You have three seconds to run, Sweetheart," he said and winked at me.

I'm sick again for what feels like the hundredth time this year and it's only April. Sorry if this one sucks a bit but I tried my best. ♥