Shawn Mendes Imagines

Late Nights

Y/N ~
Trying to fall asleep is too hard of a task. What is keeping me up? The anxiety that comes with fighting with my boyfriend? Maybe; it's been happening far too often. I want it all to stop, but fighting never stops.

As my arm sprawls out across the lonely mattress, footsteps approach the bedroom door before I go back to my fetal position. I knew it was Shawn, but with all of the commotion occurring between us, I don't want to see him. Maybe he knew that and that is why he's doing it now.

"Y/N." Shawn croaked out with a nervous tremble in his voice. We may be arguing, but my instincts kicked in at his saddening voice. He latches his hands around my forearm as I feel tear drops drip onto my bare skin.

In shock, I immediately sit up and hold his smooth face in the palms of my hands. Not as smooth as it was wet.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He continued to kneel at the bedside as his head now lied on my lap.

"I-I. M-m uncle. He ha-ad a stroke and the paramedics were too late. He d-died." Sobbing into my lap, he swallows his words down.

"I'm so sorry, Shawn. I promise you he's in a better place." I interlace our fingers together in hopes of comforting him. He must have just learned the news of his passing and is unable to deal with the loss.

"I know t-that we haven't been getting along well recently, b-but I really need someone right now." Heaving his chest up down, I place my hand on his back to try and ease him.

"You know always have me, Baby. Come lay with me." Scooting to my side of the mattress, he scurries toward me and begins to sob even more into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his body and bring him closer to my heat.

The air was solely filled with heavy breathing and sniffles coming from Shawn.

I couldn't even feel the slightest bit of anger towards him when he's in the emotional state he is right now.

"I loved him so much." He mumbled into my shoulder, tears seeping through my shirt fabric.

"I know you did, Hun. I hate to see you cry. Get some rest, okay? I love you." He nodded his head before I planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you, Y/N. I promise to s-stop fighting with you a-and to love you even more than I already do a--"

"Stop, Shawn. You're hurting. Please, get some rest. I hate to see you cry." My thumb swiped over his right cheek to wipe away his tears.

His voice shivered as he began to calm down.

"Goodnight, Shawn."

He gave no response as he had already fallen asleep. Maybe the stress of his loss causes him to lose lots of sleep. He needed the rest. His poor heart.

HEYYYYYY
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