Shawn Mendes Imagines

3: Sick days {Rewritten}

A/N: I almost completely rewrote this, so enjoy!

Y/N's POV:

I wake up to my stomach churning and a gag tickling at the back of my throat. I look over to the clock. 1 am. Shawn shifts in the dark.

"You okay, baby?" He whispers. I feel my stomach flip again.

"Oh crap, Shawn help me." I shove the sheets back and rush into the bathroom. He runs over quickly and takes my hair, holding away from my face as I vomit. He rubs my back soothingly until I'm finished.

"Oh, sweetie. You've got a fever too. Come on, let's get you to bed." He picks me up bridal style as I clutch my stomach.

He helps me slide under the warm sheets, gently tucking me in before he climbs into bed with me. I fall asleep quickly, exhausted.

He wakes up with me two more times through the night before I stop throwing up.

As the sun slowly comes up, I begin to shiver with the fever.

"Shawn, can you get me a blanket?" I murmur. He smiles, tucking a new blanket around me. I cuddle down into the warmth and he moves my hair out of my face.

"I love you, Y/N. Even on your sick days."

A/N:
Okay this is short. I'm sorry. School sucks. Please send me in requests!!