An Ed Sheeran one shotA request: one where you’re sick and he’s trying to make you feel better
(I wrote this fast so it’s kinda shit, soz)
Word Count: 1,406
I knew from the second I opened my eyes that I was coming down with a cold. My throat felt like sandpaper, a tickle irritating the back of it when I swallowed. I sighed into my pillow, feeling a shiver run down my spine from the start of a fever.
It was the very last thing I wanted, especially when Ed was home for the first time in almost two months. I rolled over, peeling myself far away from him, knowing if anyone couldn’t get sick, he couldn’t.
“Babe?” he asked when I pushed away from him, his voice heavy with sleep.
I groaned into the pillow, my head already throbbing. I felt Ed’s warm hand spread over my back, dragging it up my spine, “What’s wrong?”
“Sick,” I whined into the pillow, my voice muffled, “don’t touch me or you’ll get it too.”
The mattress sunk when he leaned over, pressing his front to my back.
“I don’t care if I get sick,” he said, pushing the hair off my neck and planting a cool kiss against the hot skin behind my ear.