Shawn Mendes Imagines

Frustration

For @n_sainiii
Fam it's lit

Nikita~
Peering into Shawn's work room, I see him leaning his head on his left hand while he frustratingly wrote with his right. I know it isn't particularly my business, but he's been in this state all day ever since he got some call from his manager. I wouldn't know what the call was about, Shawn got too mad to talk to me. I try not to bother him when he's frustrated.

Lightly knocking on the door, I pushed the door slightly open to enter the room. Shawn turned around to give a quick glance at me. He gave a weakly forced smile before returning his fading attention to his work.

"Baby, are you alright?" I calmly questioned him. I cautioned myself on the way I talked to him. "Yeah, whatever." Shawn non attentively responded. I wanted him to be easer of his stress, but his temper isn't the best that it could be when stressed. The only viable way for him to come to bed, since it was late at night, was to make him somehow talk to me.

Leaning against the wall next to him with my arms crossed, I pursed my opportunity to try and get him free of any unwanted stress.

"Do you wanna talk? Like, about what's making you stressed?" Not thinking too much, I went straight into some softball questions.

"You wouldn't care, it's boring." Shawn ran his hand through his curly brown hair.

"I'd care if you told me about it." My response caused him to look up at me with a hint of shock in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he sits back in his rolling chair and faces it in my direction.

"Well, it's just that some guy copied my album cover and plagiarized a bunch of lyrics from some of the songs on it. Andrew is only just telling me now that he's suing the guy and that I have to immediately fill out some lawyer form thing before meeting with the lawyer. I have to turn this damn thing in in two days and it's quite a lot to do. It's so stupid that I'm only being told about this now. Andrew doesn't even realize that I'm only human. I can't just do everything with the snap of my fingers. This all takes a toll on me, you know? God! It makes me so damn mad! This kinda thing just annoys me so much! You'd think that your manager would know you well enough to know that too much is too much. What the fuck. How am I supposed to do all of this?!"

I just sat there and listened to a struggle of his come unfolded, a struggle I was barely aware of.

"Sorry to load this all on you, Nikita." Shawn said, fixing his posture in his chair before awkwardly returning to his work. I stepped forward to be right next to him and I placed my hand on his left shoulder causing him to look up to me.

"If this takes a toll on you, why don't you take a break? At least for the night. When we go to bed, you can rant all you want about anything until it's all out of your system."

"I can't, I should at least finish the plagiarism section of this packet." His rough hands flipped through the many pages of the packet as eyes seemed to scream agony at the sight of them.

"There will always be tomorrow, Babe. You shouldn't be mad or stressed out about this. Please, you should get some rest." My fibers played with the back of his hair as I talked to him.

"... Okay, thanks Nikita." He smiled before stood up and began to repeatedly kiss my cheek with his arms now wrapped around me. He made me a giggling mess. "I like kissing you way more than work."