Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

Drunk

At four o' clock in the morning the peaceful silence of the night was broken by the sound of the front door slamming shut. I was jolted awake by the sudden loud sound and I sat up in bed, clutching the white sheets. I reached out to switch on the lamp next to the bed, scanning the room for anything I could use as a weapon. However, my fear of getting robbed or kidnapped vanished at another loud noise which was followed by a row of swear words.

I rolled my eyes.

That wasn't a burglar or serial killer downstairs. It was just Ed who had finally decided to come home after he had drunk his weight in tequila and god knows what else again. I could hear him stumble and trip as he tried to find his way through the dark apartement. I groaned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before pushing the blanket off me and getting up.

I was dead tired from work and just wanted close my eyes and go back to sleep. But Ed would most certainly hurt himself if I wasn't there to take his drunk ass to bed. This was the fourth time in almost two weeks that he went out with his mates, each time telling me he would come home fairly sober. Therefore it wasn't really much of a surprise anymore that he had drunk too much again, doing the exact opposite from what he had promised.
I was tired of it but I was also aware of that I couldn't just chain him or lock him in a room to keep him from partying all night.

While I made my way down the stairs I promised myself that this would be the last time I let him get away with it so easily. I walked into the living room where it didn't take me long to spot him. He was sitting on the sofa with one leg tucked under the other. If I weren't mad at him for coming home wasted again I would smile at his adorable habit of sitting this way. The only source of light was coming from the phone in his hands since he hadn't even bothered to switch on the light. His eyes were glued to the screen and he was so distracted that he didn't notice me standing in the doorway, watching him.

I cleared my throat, causing him to flinch and drop his phone. He didn't pick it up again. He turned his head into my direction and squinted his eyes, trying to adjust them to the darkness. His lips twitched into a silly grin as he recognized me. "Oh hey, Alice! What's up?" he said enthusiastically and pointed to the floor. "Funny, I was just about to call you."

"Ed, do you even know how much time it is?" I asked and crossed my arms, completely ignoring his question.

He seemed to think about it for a minute before shaking his head. "I don't know. Late?" he giggled.

"Stop! That's not funny, okay?" I snapped. "I'm so sick of this shit!"

His smile fell and was replaced with confusion, as if he didn't understand the reason why I was so upset.

"Why are you shouting at me?" he mumbled and looked at me with sad blue eyes. "Did I do anything wrong?"

I didn't know if he was just acting stupid to make me drop the argument and let him get away with it or if he really was such a big idiot. I let out an annoyed huff and reached behind me to switch on the light, ready to give him a good telling off.
But before I could open my mouth to bawl him out, my eyes fell on his face and on something I hadn't noticed until now: Right there, on the right side of his face was a deep cut. My eyes widened at the sight of it and a small gasp escaped my lips.

How did I not notice it before?! Sure, the lights had been off the whole time but still, it was nearly impossible to overlook the big red scar on his cheek.

"Oh my god, Ed! What happened with your face?" I hurried over to him and pushed a few pillows aside to sit down across from him. For a moment I almost forgot that I should be mad at him. Seeing Ed hurt, physically or mentally, always made my heart weak. But even though the wound looked pretty severe, it didn't seem to bother him that his cheek had been sliced open.

"Come here. Let me see that." I carefully put one hand on the cheek that wasn't injured and gently turned his head a bit. Then I leaned forward to take a closer look at it. "How the hell did this happen? How much did you drink?"

Ed shrugged his shoulders, looking at me like a lost puppy. "Don't remember. It just happened somehow. I had to go to the doctor," he told me while I was still examining his cheek. "They stitched me up. It really hurt, Alice."

"So you've already been to the hospital. That's good," I sighed and removed my hand from his face. "I love you but you can be such an idiot sometimes.This was the fourth time you broke your promise and you know exactly how much I hate it when you lie to me."

"I know," he mumbled and lowered his head. "Are you going to leave me now? 'Cause I would understand if you did." His voice cracked and I could see that he was trying to blink back the tears. My face softened and I knew that he wasn't just putting on an act so that I wouldn't stay mad at him.

"Teddy, please don't cry. I'm not going to leave you," I soothed and used two of my fingers to lift his chin. "But we're going to talk about this later, when you're sober enough to think straight, okay?"

He didn't look convinced but nodded.

I gave him a small smile before taking his hand in mine. "Good. Come on, we should go to bed now."

He almost tripped over his own feet on our way upstairs but I quickly put one arm around him, keeping a firm grip on him to keep him from falling or tripping again. After reaching our bedroom I pulled my arm back so that he could get undressed. He left a trail of clothes on the floor behind him before making it to the bed. I slid under the covers next to him and switched off the little lamp on my nightstand.

"Uhm, can I hold you, Alice?" Ed asked shyly.

I didn't answer but just scooted closer to him. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around me, gently pulling me in. He let his forehead rest against my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my skin before letting out a long sigh. "I'm sorry for doing stupid things all the time, Alice. I really am. I won't disappoint you again, I promise."

"Teddy, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."

"No! Please, I promise." He sounded very desperate and I could feel his heart beating faster than usual. "I'm so sorry."

"I know you are, Teddy. But let's just sleep now. We can talk about everything in the morning, okay?"

"Hmm, okay," he whispered and cuddled me even closer as if he was afraid that I would just disappear if he let go. "Can I kiss you?"

"No." I shook my head. "You smell like a minibar. Maybe tomorrow, after a shower and a proper apology."

"Well, that sounds just fair," Ed giggled and pressed another kiss to my shoulder. "I'm gonna sleep now. Goodnight, Alice."

Only a short time later I felt him driffting off to sleep. I brushed a few strands of his wild orange hair from his face before lowering my head a bit to plant a small kiss on his forehead.

Yes, he was an idiot. But he was also my idiot and I would always love him, even though he had the ability to drive me crazy.

Hey, guys! I'm so sorry for the slow and shitty updates but I'm enjoying my summer break by doing absolutely nothing and I'm often way too lazy to write or even think about it. Maybe I just need a break for a while. Please forgive me 🙈

I'm currently binge-watching American Horror Story (I LOVE IT OKAY I JUST REALLY REALLY LOVE IT)and I had the weird idea of writing an Ed/AHS fanfiction crossover. If you want to know more about it just DM me 'cause I really want to share this idea with you guys. ♥

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