Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drunk Part 2

*Y/n's POV*

I woke up to Shawn's head laying on my shoulder. His arms were placed over his face, covering his eyes. Shawn groaned, obviously in pain.

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder and spoke up, "How are you feeling?"

"Terrible," Shawn responded, "My head is killing me. What happened last night?"

I smiled, "I guess you don't remember do you?"

"I remember talking to you and some other people. And then hanging out with the guys, but after that it just goes blank," he explained, removing his arms from his face. He was squinting his eyes like he was sensitive to even the small amount of sunlight from the window.

"Well, you basically drank so much that it was like getting an adult sized toddler home and to bed."

Shawn laughed lightly. "You were right. I shouldn't have drank that much," he admitted.

"Can you say that again so I can get it on video?" I joked.

"You were right," he repeated, smiling. A look of pain came over his face again and he closed his eyes again.

I started to take my fingers through the curls in his hair, but he winced, so I stopped. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, keep doing that. It feels good," Shawn said, looking up at me.

I did so as his eyes started to close until I thought he might be sleeping. "Are you asleep?" I asked quietly.

"No," he replied, "Just tired." His eyes opened and his hand rested on his stomach. "Mmmmm," Shawn groaned again, "My stomach doesn't feel good."

"Do you need some water?" I suggested.

"Wait..." he said simply as he quickly got up, running to the connected bathroom. I followed him to see that he was kneeling in front of the he toilet, getting sick.

"It's okay, baby," I comforted, sitting behind him and rubbing his shoulder reassuringly. Eventually, he seemed finished and was silent. "Are you feeling any better now?" I asked.

He took a deep breath, "A little."

I quickly stood up and went to get him a glass of water. "Here," I said, handing the glass to Shawn who was now, standing up.

"Thanks, Y/n," he smiled slightly.

"No problem, love," I sat back down on the bed. Shawn came over and sat next to me, resting his head on my shoulder once more. "A shower might help you feel better," I told.

"Okay," Shawn nodded, "Can we cuddle afterwards?" He was looking up at me almost with puppy dog eyes.

"Of course," I grinned. Shawn went to the bathroom and I turned around, reaching for my phone.

Then I heard Shawn call, "Why is my shirt on backward?"

I chuckled, "That's all you."

"Remind me never to drink that much again," he laughed.

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Heyyyy! I hope this was good even though it was kinda short.
I'm trying to update more frequently but u have a lot of schoolwork and all that.
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