Calamity (Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Sickness Sobriety -30

You go up, putting socks on and an over sized t-shirt of Shawn's.
You walked out the bedroom and could see Shawn in the corner, by the stove.
"I thought you couldn't cook?"
Shawn turned around to you, smiling.
"Aha, they don't call me muffin man for no reason".
You giggled and walked over to Shawn, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Good morning". You kissed him on his cheek.
He turned to your face.
"Good morning to you too, beautiful".
He kissed your head.

Your nose began running.

"Ah Shawn! You did get me sick".
You ran to grab some tissue from the living room table.
Shawn chuckled.
"Ha, sorry... Atleast the love session was worth it".
You walked back to him, pressure pointing his neck.
"You're not funny, Shawn Peter Raul".
He looked at you, not paying attention on the stove.
"Neither are you".
You laughed at him, and walked towards the chair.
You put your head back and closed your eyes again. Sleeping was something valuable to you.
Not that you loved it... But you never got enough of it...
Especially being around Shawn.
He was always so hype when it didn't come to his sexual mood swings at times.

*buzz, buzz*
Your phone was vibrating.
You woke up from your day dreaming and walked to the table to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
Shawn looked at you from the stove, with an expression which you figured meant "who's that?".
You gave him the "1 minute" finger, and walked into another room.

15 minutes within the phone call, the conversation ended and you returned to the kitchen.
"Who was that?" Shawn asked you,
seeing you walk into the room.
"My mom.. She was just telling me she was going out with her girl friends for the weekend... Girls night out".
Shawn immediately jumped to the word of "weekend".
He made eye contact with you, and smirked.
"No."
He got up for him seat, walking immediately to your face. His face was inches from yours and he began to whisper in your ear.
"Please?"
Ugh, it was hard to resist that.. Sometimes, Shawn did get his way.
You nodded and he smiled, leaning into kiss your lips.
You stopped him.
"No, what did I say?"
His face look puzzled.
"Being sick?". He glanced at you with puppy eyes.
"Sometimes I hate you, you know... We don't even have any medication here."
"Then go get some Shawn... You can drive".
He made a pissed off noise and then went, grabbing for his keys.
"I'll be back." He shut the door behind him.
You walked back to your chair, resting your head.
Your stomach was in knots and the pain was terrible.
How bad did Shawn get you sick?... The boy must of had some terrible cooking, because you never felt this bad....

Hopefully he would buy that medication quick enough.

Authors Note:
I know, it's a really quick chapter, and I apologize.. But I'm gonna update within the next couple days.
I wanted to let you all know, I need suggestions!... Maybe even some requests. Don't hesitate to give me ideas or maybe even some feedback. I want to make these imagines as good to all y'all's standards as possible (seriously... I need some for future chapters). Thank you so much.

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-Maddison