shawn mendes imagines

seperate tours

this is almost as long (and shitty) as the amount of time i haven't updated this book wowowooww

anyways enjoy lovelies

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"Don't forget your lucky pick," I hum, dropping the thin plastic item atop of Shawn's half packed suitcase before rolling onto the bedsheets, watching him haphazardly stumble across our room, flinging t-shirts at random into the case.

He rolls his eyes and hides back a smile, walking back into the closet and pulling out even more articles of clothing from the racks, some even from the laundry bin, him being the gross teenage boy he was.

"It was one time, love!" he shouts playfully from a few feet away, "You don't need to remind me every single time."

"I do, actually, or else you're gonna  end up throwing a tantrum backstage because you genuinely believe you'll mess up without it," I counter, sneaking up behind him and snatching yet another dirty shirt he was most likely going to shove into his bag and tossing it back onto the floor.

Shawn frowns, quick to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling my body to his chest so that he was able to press a lingering kiss on my jawline and the tip of my nose.

"Why won't you come with me?" he whispers, disheartened, the feeling of his gentle words sending sparks down my spine, "We could preform together, a different city every night. We wouldn't ever be apart."

Sighing, I allow my head to roll forward so that it was rested in the crook of his neck, his usual musty scent seeming to envelope me in safety.

"You know how my manager is," I reply, "A joined tour wouldn't bring in as much appeal as a separate headline for the two of us, especially since your fans aren't very fond of me. It's just how it is."

His lips jutted forward in a pout, "It's three whole months without you."

Giggling, I use my pointer fingers to push his cheeks upward into a tight smile, "It'll pass before you even have time to think," I promise, "And when we both get back, we'll have that amazing 'I haven't seen you in twelve months so I'm going to fuck the shit out of you' sex."

He hums in approval, using the pad of his thumb to trace the outline of my collarbone, placing yet another kiss to my lips, "I like the sound of that."

Our little moment was abruptly interrupted with the loud honk of a car outside our house, causing me to frown and mutter, "That's probably the Uber."

Shawn groans, pushing past me quickly and zipping up his suitcase, throwing his guitar case behind his back and sliding his shoes on, me copying his actions except grabbing my own suitcase and passport from the bed.

Him being the gentleman he is, takes a few of the items from my hands and holds them in his, wrapping an arm loosely around my shoulders and placing a lingering kiss to my forehead as we walked towards the car.

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The entire ride to the airport was spent in silence. Only the hum of our drivers 90's music could be heard blaring softly through the speakers, that combined with the deep breaths leaving my lips in order to stop myself from bursting into tears.

My head lay comfortably on his shoulder as I took hold of his hands, messing with his freakishly long fingers. Callouses were formed at the tips of his fingers from the years of guitar playing, and I traced them slowly, knowing I would miss the feeling of his hands on my body over the three months we'd be apart.

I knew Shawn was trying his best to stay silent in order to avoid taking out on me. He often handled stress inadequately, and one wrong word could easily tip him off, especially when it came to long distance. He hated being apart as much as I did.

After checking in our luggage and getting through security, we both sit silently at his terminal, waiting for first class to begin boarding.

I frown lightly at him, placing my hand on his thigh, "You haven't said a word since we entered the airport."

"I just don't understand why you can't come with me," he muttered angrily under his breath, placing his hand where mine rest on his clothed leg.

I lean onto his shoulder and sigh, then peer up at him through my lashes, tracing the outline of his jawline with the tip of my finger.

"Shawn, there's nothing we can do about it now," I say, "and hey, maybe it won't be that bad."

"What do you mean it wont be that bad?" he scoffs, sitting up straighter to look me in the eye, "I won't be able to touch you for three months. I won't be able to hear that cute little laugh of yours, or kiss those pink lips of yours, for three months!"

"Relax, baby," I whisper, "think about it like this. You know how in couples therapy they suggest those one month breaks away from each other?"

"We don't need any therapy, Y/N," he rolls his eyes. I ignore him and continue one, grasping his larger hand in both of my smaller ones.

"Those breaks are supposed to help you realize how much that other person means to you, how much you need them in order to be happy. Every day that passes from today is just another day closer to us being together again. Just think of how wonderful it'll be when we kiss for the first time in months, or have that mind-blowing sex," I say the last party slowly and close to his ear, giggling softly when he bites down on his lip to stop the smile growing on his face.

"We'll be fine," I mumble, pressing my lips to his pouted ones, "you will be fine."

Just as the last sentence left my lips, a woman's voice blared through the intercom, "Flight 263 from Los Angeles, California to New York City will begin to board in just a moment. First class passengers please start to line up at the gate."

"That's your call, darling," I smile as he stands up, taking my face in both his hands, placing a hungry kiss to my lips.

"You're right," Shawn mumbles, "you're right about everything you just said."

"I know I'm right, baby, I always am," I grin cheekily, looping my arms around his neck.

"Shut the fuck up," he chuckles, shaking his head lightly before giving me one last hug, stepping away and walking towards the entrance. Shawn mouths a silent 'I love you' before blowing me a quick kiss, handing his ticket to the lady behind the small desk.

Before he can disappear behind the grey doors of the plane and out of my reach, I mouth his words back, helplessly watching as he walks further and further away. Let the three months of hell begin.

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so im going to jingleball on dec 1st for my 16th bday present (which is in 9 days btw) and shawn and one direction and 5sos are all gonna be there im super excited

if any of yall are gonna be at the dallas/106.1 jingleball hmu!!!! it would be super cool if i could hang out w some of u!! (-:

love u all thank u for being patient w my lazy ass.xx