Bastille and Ed Sheeran imagines/preferences

Hate Gets To Ed

Your POV: As soon as he got home I knew something was wrong, no shine in his eyes, no excited 'I'm home, love!' But what's the matter?

Ed, you don't seem like yourself, is everything ok? How can I help? I question, feeling a little worried.

"No I'm fine, just tired, think I'll have a sleep" he mumbles sounding thoroughly dejected. But before I can say anything more he's already left for the bedroom, leaving me to wonder what happened. He was fine when he went to the studio this morning, chatting about how there was a movie that he wanted us to go to, I don't remember the title but it was something to do with Wizards. So what could have upset him? I really hate seeing him down, especially when I don't know why. Looks like I'll just have to ask him.

Ed, you seem sad, what happened? I question.

"It's nothing, really, I'm just overacting. Ignore me." He says with the saddest puppy face I've ever seen, which only serves to make me need to return his happy state even more. Plus I know it's not 'just nothing.'

I know it's not nothing, if it made you sad then it clearly matters, so, please, tell me what happened?

Ed's POV: 'heading to the studio again #music' I compose a quick tweet, it might not seem like much but I know how much it can mean to the fans. I have a power and I want to use it well. Checking the replies I'm overwhelmed, I know I should be used to it now, and I am getting better but when people say stuff like 'eww eds such a loser' 'dumb fuck!!' etc. it all hurts, far more than I'm sure those people even realise. But like a train crash, I can't look away. One in particular catches my eye, 'eww you're so ugly, just go die!' I really don't need anyone telling me how ugly I am. Like I can deal with people not liking my music, hey everyone's allowed to have their own taste, there's bands and singers that I don't like. But it really hurts when people criticise my looks, it's a fact I'm already aware of, like I'm ginger, short and not on the thin side. It's no shocker that I'm not considered good looking, and I'm mostly ok with that, I don't want a six pack or anything, but I do wish I was at least a bit better looking. But yeah I guess that's just how I am.

With my mood sufficiently ruined before it's really even began the rest of the day passes pretty unsuccessfully, I'm not in a good frame for recording anything, I do manage to write some lyrics for what looks to be a rather -even more then usual- depressing song. But I suppose that's something.

After what feels like far longer than it actually was, it's time to go home.

That reminds me of (Y/N), wow she's so beautiful, I'm genuinely shocked that she's with me. I really don't have much to offer at all. I can't imagine my life without her though, just the thought of it is horrendous. I just hope she never sees the true loser that I am.

Arriving home my mood hasn't gotten any better, I think -directly because of imagining my life without (Y/N)- gotten worse, damn it! I always try to be in a good mood around (Y/N), I know she's not ok with tension, something even after while of dating I don't really know why. But still.

Not wanting to stress her out or anything I mumble that I'm going to have a sleep and walk, or rather mope, up to our bedroom, hoping to stop the dull sadness that I'm feeling.

Not long after I lie down, planning to listen to some music; the best way to feel better. (Y/N) walks in. I really don't wanna have to explain the whole thing to her.

Your POV: As I enter our bedroom I can see Ed lying on the bed, putting on headphones. Ah music the best way to relive stress, I've just got to find out why he is stressed.

Ed, I don't know why you're feeling so down, but if you tell my I promise I'll try my very hardest to help you. Just tell me, please? I ask him with nervously. I hate knowing he's upset when there's nothing I can do to fix it!

"Love, I really don't want to worry you with my shit..." He answers, clearly holding back feelings.

Ed just tell me, you're never bothering me by telling me 'your shit.' I promise!

"Fine. I'm just being stupid, really. I'm simply overreacting, like usual.

See it started when I posted a tweet on twitter, nothing out of the ordinary. But I, rather stupidly, looked at the replies and I saw some that were really harsh. Now I know they shouldn't bother me, I should be used to them by now. But I'm not, they cut deep. And I've been in a sad mood since then, it's really not a reason to be sad but I am so, yeah. That's it..." He finishes with a depressed look.

Ahh so that's why he's so sad! I think to myself, honestly I'm pretty angry and upset at the same time. I can't believe anyone could say those kind of horrible things to Ed, he's literally like a puppy. So innocent and wouldn't hurt a fly. I've never heard him say a bad word about anybody! I just can't understand how people can be so heartless! And seeing the forlorn look in his eyes only serves to make me feel even worse for him, if that's even possible! I really wish I could take all his pain away, some people should never have to experience sadness. But unfortunately I can't do that, I can try my best to comfort him though.

Ed's POV: ....yeah. That's it.... I end, looking and sounding pretty upset, even to my own ears. I'm getting emotional just thinking about it honestly. Man up! I tell myself harshly and try to regain my composure. "Oh Teddy, I'm so sorry that happened to you, there's no one who deserves happiness more than you! And if I could take away all the pain I would in a second, I swear. But alas I can't, however I can sit here with you, and assure you that you're nothing that the haters call you. You're generous, sweet, sexy and the most handsome man I've ever met. Plus think of all your fans, how much they love you, hell you've saved some of their lives! Ok so I want you to remember that, and whenever you're feeling down, think of all the people you've helped, saved or just been their idol. So don't ever feel bad about yourself, cause you're the most amazing guy and I love you just the way you are." She says, tearing up the end. I honestly don't know what to say, I'm trying with all my might to hold back the tears but I simply can't stop a few from escaping. I don't even bother to wipe them away, I want (Y/N) to know just how much what she said meant to me, I've never really thought about that I play that bigger part in other peoples lives, sure I'm so grateful to the fans, they're the reason I am where I am! But until now I'd never realised that I might be the reason some of them are still alive!

I'm filled with a new emotion, I can't name it but it means that I want to be there for the fans even more, I want to help as many of them as I can.

Suddenly I can feel lyrics coming, inspiration often happens at the most random of times, like now. But that's not something I can change so I've taken to carrying a notebook and pen with me everywhere I go.

Your POV: I can see it in his face, something I'm completely used to by now. He's gotten inspiration for a song. It actually happens rather often, I guess you can't control creatively, hey?

He grabs his notebook/pencil and begins to write, while his handwriting isn't particularly neat or fancy I really like it, there's a certain charm that it has, maybe that's how you know you love someone; everything they do becomes amazing, even simple writing. If that's the case then I'm truly in love with Ed, something I'm quite sure of.