More than Life Itself (an Ed Sheeran Imagine)

Songs

"She and I went on the run, do care bout religion, I'm gonna marry the woman I love, down by the Wexford border."
Liza walked down the stairs and was greeted by a tied Ed strumming away on his guitar, writing down new songs.
"That sounds amazing." Liza said and sighed, wrapping her arms around Ed.
"Thanks love...do you mind getting me some tea?" He said, not looking up from his work. He was writing fast and sloppily, almost frantically.
Liza put the kettle on the stove and made tea.
As soon as it was done, she brought it over to Ed on a dish and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks love." He said, still paying no attention to her as she handed him the cup.
"Ed," Liza said.
Ed kept humming and writing down lyrics hastily.
"E-ed." Liza said singsongy.
Ed began to strum on his guitar and Liza became annoyed.
"Ed!"
"Huh?" He said shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.
"Oh good morning Liza."
"Ed I've been down here with you for nearly an hour." Liza said crossing her arms, looking up at him.
"An hour?!" Ed shouted as he looked over at the clock.
"Shit!" He said
"Ed what's-"
Ed quickly and sloppily grabbed his sheets, guitar, and keys.
"Ed where are you going?!"
"Uhhh I'm headed to the studio love." He said still not really paying attention to his surroundings as he kissed Liza on the forehead and went out the door.
"Are you kidding me?" Liza said after the door had been closed.
He's not even telling me where he's going anymore.

Liza spent the rest of the day watching TV and reading. When it was about 10:00, she went to bed.

Liza was woken up by the sound of a loud crash coming from downstairs. Startled, she sat upright immediately and slowly pulled the cover up from over her. She slid out of bed silently, her heart quickening and breathing growing heavy. She crept down the stairs and peeked around the corner to the kitchen. There stood Ed, his hands in his hair, eyes puffy and red from lack of sleep and crying.
"Ed oh my god what's wrong?!" She said as she looked at the papers scattered all over the floor and the broken guitar next to them.
"Nothing is right!" He shouted.
"What do you mean?"
"The songs...I can't...it's too hard. None of them are right." He said putting his head in his hands.
He sniffled.
"Oh Teddy..." Liza said hugging his waist.
His hands still hadn't left his face.
"Teddy you work too hard. Come to bed."
"No!" He said as he whipped his hands away from his eyes, now full of tears. "No the deadline was today! I'm so behind. I still need to write 4 more songs before tomorrow."
"Teddy why are you holding your stomach?" Liza interrupted.
Ed looked down, "It's nothing. Just go back to sleep love." He said quietly.
"Ed how long has it been since you slept?"
"Um two days ago." He said sheepishly.
"Oh goodness Teddy! No wonder you're acting up! You look awful."
"Thanks."
Ed's face suddenly went pale.
"Ed?"

To be continued...