Calamity (Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Morality -29

It was getting close to 7am, and you woke up with a fright.
You went sitting straight up in a heartbeat, panicking.
You were confused.
Shawn felt the bed move and awoke,
seeing you beside him all shooken up.
"Babe, what's wrong-what's wrong?"
He grabbed you by the waist, trying to calm you down.
You look around the room, then into his eyes.
You were coming back to your old self.
"Oh..." You gasped for air.
"I must of had a bad dream".
You put your head on your hand, trying to massage it.
Shawn looked at you and wrapped his arms around your shoulder.
"Lay down". You looked at him, listening to his command.
You turned to your edge of the bed, and Shawn ran his hands down you back.
He played with your curly hair, twirling it. He would always do that.
It made you blush.
"Shhh". Every five seconds, that sound would come out. He patted you hair.
"Go to sleep, Y/N".
You tried to listen to him... You couldn't.
You were too focused on that dream.... Losing Shawn.

Losing Shawn stressed you so much, especially now in time.
He was getting bigger with fame, and it was hard to even text him. It broke your heart being so far away from him.
His tours were amazing... But it would put a big caution sign all over your relationship. You couldn't loose him.
You closed your eyes, with the tears building up.
You tried to resist them,... You didn't need Shawn to worry more.
If he heard you weep, he would go all softly mood on you.
You loved that mood....but you didn't want to feel sorry for yourself.
It just hurt... To loose something so attached to you...
He was like a piece of fabric....

But only clung to you.

2 hours within your sleep, you woke up. You began to adjust your eyes as you noticed Shawn was still sleeping.
You turned towards him and put your arms around his torso.
You could see him smile.
"I had a feeling you were up".
You giggled.
"Lucky you".
"Good morning".
"Good morning Shawn".
He patted your arm which was placed on his abs.
He massaged your arm.
*cough, cough*
... Great...
Shawn was sick.

"Not again Shawn".
You moved away from his body.
"What?" He turned his face towards yours.
"You know what... You're sick again. You're always getting sick".
He gave you a puppy face and tried to come in closer to your face.
"Nice try Shawn. You're not coming close to my lips any time soon until you get better. I always end up getting your viruses".
Shawn laughed at you and got himself out of bed.
You adjusted the sheets after he left, and wrapped them around yourself
You tried to go back to sleep.

*cough, cough*

Shawn had obviously got you sick faster than you thought. Ah.. Great.
Your stomach rumbled and you put your hand on it. You must of been hungry.
Pancakes.
You were craving pancakes......
And you could smell them in the distance.....

Crap.
Shawn was cooking...... He was gonna burn the house down.