Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sick

I walked into our shared room when I heard Shawn moaning in what I guessed was pain.

"Shawn? Are you okay?"

"Mmm," he moaned again, rolling over.

I approached him, placing the back of my hand on his forehead before flinching. "Baby, you're burning up."

"I'm nottttt," he whined. "'m fine," he mumbled, burying himself in the covers. "Cuddle meeee," he said, stretching his arms out.

"I have to go to work," I said, laughing lightly, kissing his forehead.

"Nooooo," he whined. "I don't want you to go. I'm sick. Take care of me," he said, pulling me closer to him.

"I thought you said that you were fine," I said, kissing his cheek.

"I was just kidding," he said, his words coming out as this one jumbled up sentence. "Love meee. I'm lovesick today."

I laughed. "You're always lovesick when you're sick, Shawn. I'm sorry I can't kiss you."

"Aww my baby is apologizing. It's okay, baby. It's okay," he paused, coughed, and continued,"I don't want you getting sick too."

"I love you," I murmured, kissing his bare chest. "Do you need a shirt?"

"No. I'm a tough guy. I can handle the cold because the cold never bothered me anyway," he replied, singing the last part as he snuggled up on me.

"Shawn, I have to go to work," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

"Take a day off and love me," he pleaded, kissing the first spot he could find, which happened to be the crook of my neck.

"I can't," I said, my fingers still tangled up in his fluffy brown curls.

"(Y/N). I'm sick and you're not taking care of me?" he asked, faking a hurt expression as he placed his hand in his heart dramatically.

I laughed again. "You know what? You're actually more irresistible when you're sick. You're so cute," I said, kissing his forehead.

"I'm supposed to be sick and disgusting, not cute!"

"You're never disgusting," I stated. "Now then, since I'm not going to work, what do you need?"

"I need you," he said.

"Woah, Shawn. You're-"

"Not in that way!" he added quickly, a blush creeping up to his cheeks, making his already-red face even redder. "Though, I wouldn't mind-"

"Okay, okay. That's enough," I said, patting his chest. "You're shivering."

"I'm not!"

"Shawn, I'm not blind."

"Well, I'm not cold!" he said, pulling the covers off of him. "Okay I take my words back."

"I'm gonna make you some breakfast and then you can drink some medicine, okay?" I said, starting to get up, but he had his muscular arms wrapped tightly around my body.

"Don't leave," he whispered. "I want you here. I don't want food."

"Shawn, if you don't want food, it means there's something quite wrong with you. You love food. Should we go to the doctor's?"

"Noooo," he moaned. "I don't wanna."

"Then eat, okay? You'll feel much better."

"But you'll leave me when you cook something up," he mumbled, pouting. "I wanna help."

"You need your rest, big boy. You can help me later," I said, untangling my fingers from his hair, standing up. "Today's about you, okay? You've worked so hard these past few weeks."

"But I wanted today to be about you," he said, frowning.

"Shawnie, you're sick. Today's about you. Tomorrow can be about me, okay?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry for getting sick. I told you that today would be your day."

"Don't apologize," I told him. "Tomorrow can be my day," I repeated. "But today, you focus on feeling better, yeah?"

"Okay," he replied.

I placed a kiss on his lips, and realized something.

"(Y/N)? I'm still sick..."

"Oh no."
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