Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Birthday Girl

On my 20th birthday Ed had surprised me with breakfast in bed. When I turned 21 I had woken up to him sitting at the edge of our bed with his guitar, singing 'Happy Birthday' to me. However, my 22nd birthday didn't start off as peaceful as my last two birthdays. I didn't wake up to the sound of Ed's gentle voice whispering sweet things in my ear, or the warmth of his body next to mine.

Instead, the smell of burnt food and a whole bunch of noises from downstairs made me sit up straight, causing my alarm clocks to ring. I quickly threw the blanket aside and jumped out of bed, almost tripping over my own feet as I yanked the bedroom door open and hurried downstairs to where the loud noises where coming from. As soon as I walked into the kitchen I had to cover my nose at the horrible smell that was lingering in the air. My panic died down after I've scanned the kitchen for any signs of danger, though.

I had expected a fire or even something worse but the scene in front of me turned my worry into amusement.Ed was standing at the stove, only in his grey boxer with his back facing me. A row of swear words left his mouth as he yanked open a window to get rid of the white smoke which was caused by whatever he's been doing in here while I was asleep. "Ed, what in the world are you doing?" I asked, waving the smoke away from my face. Startled, he turned around, almost dropping the pan he was holding. "Where you trying to burn down the house?"

He quickly shook his head and I could see the pink blush that was staining his cheeks. "I'm just...I'm cooking," he explained.

I stepped forward to take a better look at the charred ingredients in the burnt pan before looking up into his eyes. "You were trying to make pancakes?"

"Well, yeah. I wanted to surprise you," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassement before placing the pan back on the stove. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I guess I'm even too dumb to make pancakes." He sounded pretty upset, so I reached out my hand to pat his shoulder.

"It's okay, Teddy. Don't worry " I told him and smiled. He just sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

"Can we please pretend this never happened and restart the day?" he asked with a pleading voice.

I chuckled in amusement but agreed. Ed asked me to wait upstairs and and lie back down so he could clean up his mess to 'start my special day in a proper way'. Every year, Ed would try his best to make my birthday as special as possible. And every year I would tell him it was just a day like any other day. But every year he wouldn't listen to me. I let him, though, because I knew it made him happy. And seeing him happy was my main source of happiness.

A few minutes later I could hear his footsteps as he made his way upstairs to our bedroom. I quickly pulled the blanket up to my chin and closed my eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. He slowly opened the door and I felt the movement of the mattress as he sat down next to me.

"Alice, honey, wake up," he said softly and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. I rolled over and smiled as my eyes met his. I reached out for him and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let my chin rest on his bare shoulder. "Happiest of Birthdays to you, Wonderland," Ed whispered and slightly turned his head to press his soft lips to my temple.

I smiled and hugged him even tighter. "Thank you, Teddy.

"I made breakfast for you. Hold on tight," he told me before getting up from bed, never letting go of me.

"I can walk myself, you know," I said as he carried me downstairs, holding me tightly against his chest.

"I know, but I like carrying you, princess" he replied and I could hear the smile in his voice.