Bastille and Ed Sheeran imagines/preferences

Imagine For Natalie

Your POV:

Ed and I have been friends since well basically forever! We met at his older brother's birthday because our parents were friends, both feeling a little out of place with all the people around us we quickly hit it off, there's always been something special about Ed. And when things got tough he stood by me, helping me through.

Since I've known him his dream was always to become a singer, and I'm so proud of him for achieving that, but sometimes I wish he was just my little Teddy, I don't get to see him as often now, it's to be expected of course, he's busy with touring, writing and stuff like that, actually at the moment he's writing some songs with One Direction.

But no matter how big he gets, to me he'll always be that awkward ginger kid I grew up with.

Speaking of him, I'm surprised he hasn't called me yet, normally he tries to ring or FaceTime me every Saturday, one of his promises to prove that once he got big he wouldn't forget me. But things change and so do people.

*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

My phone lights up with Ed's name, perhaps things don't change so much...

Hey Ed!.....

Wait what??!!......

That's amazing!!....

Why are you crying??.....

Ok, come to my house when you can......

I'm sure everything will be alright....

Bye......

Well I sure wasn't expecting that! Ed is on a plane flying over to my house, which normally I would be amazingly excited by, after all I haven't seen him in months, but he was in tears and seemed really sad, he didn't say what was the matter but it must be something big, he almost never cries.

I just hope he's ok!

Ed's POV:

Great, another cruel magazine cover, I try to avoid looking at them as much as possible, it hurts to read them, but you can only avoid it for so long.

"Ed Sheeran dating man-whore, Harry Styles. Gay love?"

The words stare back at me, and I them. Now normally things like this are complete bullshit, but today they're right, well to some extent anyway. Harry's not a man-whore though. I should've been more careful, not gotten caught up in the moment, I just wasn't thinking......

*flashback*

"Alright, that's enough for today, great work!" A guys, who's name I think is Dave, says to us. I'm currently working on some songs with One Direction that might be on their next album, depends how good they are really.

I've been writing all afternoon, but nothing's been that awesome, until a few minutes ago. A melody filled my head along with some lyrics, so grabbing my guitar I start strumming. For the next hour I continue writing, crossing out and writing again a set of lyrics, I think I've finally come up with something album worthy.

"You make me strong, I'm sorry if I say I need you" I hum quietly before being interrupted by someone, Harry.

"That's actually really good mate, and what if we tried this..."

"That's amazing! I can't wait to show it to the boys!" Harry shouts looking rather like a cute overexcited chil-wait did I just call him cute?!? I didn't really mean it though, right? Looking at him now I can appreciate his looks, but I'm straight, yeah I'm straig-