Shawn Mendes Imagines

Panic Attack: For Aish

Requested by @shawnieboyimagine  I hope you like it! <3

*Aish's POV*

The "Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon" sign shinned brightly in front of me. I sat in the audience, waiting for my boyfriend Shawn to come out for an interview.

When I talked to him backstage just a few minutes before, he seemed kind of nervous so I had kissed him on the cheek and told him he would do great. I hoped he would be alright.

The audience was packed, not a single seat empty and they all cheered when the show started.

"Thank you," Jimmy said to the crowd, "Tonight's first guest is an award winning singer and songwriter who is only nineteen. Please give a big hand for Shawn Mendes!"

I cheered my heart out like everyone else around me did as Shawn walked out. His smile was more faint than usual and he quickly walked over to sit down in the open chair. I waved my hand at him and he offered a weak wave back. I saw him start to nervously bite his lip, playing with the ring on his fingers, staring at the crowd.

Jimmy started up with questions, "So, I heard you've been working on your third album recently. How has that been going?"

"Y-yeah, I-I. . ." Shawn stuttered, tripping over his words. His eyes went wide and he wrapped his arms around himself as I noticed his breaths becoming short and quick.

"Shawn, are you okay?" Jimmy looked at him worriedly.

Oh, no, I thought. When I realized what was happening, I quickly got up from my seat and ran over to him.

"I think he's having a panic attack!" I half shouted at the security guys who were just coming out. They crowded around Shawn, getting in between in between me and him.

I pushed past them, "Give him some space, guys."

I reached Shawn, who seemed to be panicking more, and clutched his face in my hands. "Shawn, baby, breathe. Just try to breathe," I tried to calm him down, but it only had small results. His brown eyes were consumed in fear as he looked up at me.

Realizing that being in front of a crowd of people who were now watching him even more wasn't helping at all, I gently helped him stand. I put his arm around my shoulders and lead him backstage.

I sat on the floor next to him and began to wipe the hot tears that had spilled from his eyes off his flushed, red cheeks.

"Shhhhhh," I cooed, holding his hands in mine, "I'm right here, just keep breathing, it'll be over soon."

I just kept repeating that, his head leaning on my chest as I played with his hair. I hummed a bit of his song, A Little Too Much, until he slowly sat up. 

"Are you better now?" I hesitantly asked.

He nodded, "Thank you so much, Aish. Gosh, what would I do without you?" Shawn hugged me, his face snuggled in the crook of my neck as he stoked my dark hair.

"Next time," I pulled away and looked into his eyes, "you can tell me if you're feeling stressed or panicked. We can reschedule the interview, or better yet, I can come with you. Just don't feel like you have to handle all of this on your own. Because you don't."

"I couldn't ask for anything more than that. I love you," Shawn smiled for probably one of the first times that night.

"I love you too," I pecked him on the lips quickly.

"Now," I helped him to his feet, "Let's get you cleaned up, and then sleep."

Shawn chuckled lightly, "Yes, glorious sleep. I could use some of that."

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A/n: Me too Shawn...me too lol  Anyways, I hope you liked this Aish! Anyone else who requested an imagine I am working on it, I just have to get others done first.

I updated 3 times this week woah what is this?? Thank you a million times for 8K reads and really close to 300 votes. I'm so shocked I can barely even speak! See you all again soon!

--Kaelan ;)