Shawn Mendes Imagines

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Shawn being on tour for so long was finally affecting me.

He'd been on tour for the past three months, and I knew that he was busy, but he rarely even called.

These last few days, he never called, never texted. It was as if we weren't a couple anymore. I wouldn't know what to do if he broke up with me.

I called him for the fifteenth time that day (yes, I even counted), and after three rings, he finally picked up. Or at least I hoped it was him.

"Y/N?" a deep voice said. I knew it wasn't Shawn as his voice wasn't that deep, but who could it be? Andrew?

"That's me," I replied. "Where's Shawn?"

"Uh... about that..."

"Please tell me where he is," I pleaded. "I haven't been able to talk to him these past few days."

"You'll talk to him soon. Don't worry," he mumbled hesitantly.

"Okay... why do you have Shawn's phone?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Worry about lover boy here. He's extremely sick," he told me.

"What?" I asked. There was no way he could be 'extremely sick', right?

"Y/N!" I heard a scream in the distance.

"Shut up!" the person over the phone hissed.

The scream belonged to Shawn. I just knew.

"Where's Shawn and what did you do to him?!" I exclaimed, starting to panic.

What if he was tied into a chair? What if he was forced to do the things he shouldn't do? Even worse, what if a woman was there, and...

Oh my God.

"Please, I'll do anything! Leave him alone!"

"Anything?"

"Any-"

I heard the lock on the front door being jiggled, and there stood Shawn.

"Shawn?"

"Baby, I missed you," he rushed to me, hugging me tightly.

"But I thought you were kidnapped," I mumbled, completely confused. What was even happening?

"What are you talking about?"

"This guy told me that you were sick, and in the background I heard you screaming my name," I explained.

"What? I was on a plane," he said quietly, kissing my forehead as he held me close.

"You're okay," I murmured into his chest, snuggling into him.

"I'm okay," he replied.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too, baby. I'm sorry for not calling, I lost my phone," he said.

"They have your phone," I concluded.

"I don't care where it is. I'm just glad I get to see you earlier," he whispered, pulling away from me just slightly.

I got lost into his brown eyes, which were staring back at me which such love.

His eyes trailed down to my lips, and then he was kissing me. Oh, how I missed those lips.

"You're home," I breathed. And I meant it as he was home, and also as he was my home.

"I'm home. And I'll be here for as long as I want to be."

"But you'll go on tour again soon," I said sadly.

"I know. It's pretty crazy when you think about it. Do you maybe wanna come with me?" he asked.

"Is it even allowed?" I inquired.

"Who cares? Do you want to join?"

"Of course." I grinned, pecking him on the lips once more.
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Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated for a few days, I just haven't been having the urge to write and school has been the worst lately (oh, who am I kidding? school is ALWAYS the worst)

Anyway, thanks for reading!
Bye!
DSBF!