Shawn Mendes Imagines

56. Problems

Sorry for the little break I took this last month. Quite needed it. Enjoy reading !

"Y/N ?!" You hear your best friend's voice screaming from downstairs.

"Upstairs !"

It's then his loud footsteps that you hear. That old wooden staircase always makes a lot of noise when someone climbs the stairs, and your dad always complains about it. However, the house is now silent again, which means Shawn made it upstairs. He's probably walking down the hall now, knowing exactly where he can find you.

Your suspicions were right because it's now the sound of the door of your bedroom that gets your attention. Here is your best friend, his strong frame standing at the door, a little package in his left hand. He stupidly knocks on your door to ask permission to enter the room.

"Come in, dummy. You're already halfway in anyway." You say as you roll your eyes at his dorkiness.

A bright smile appears on Shawn's face. He's proud of himself when he makes you smile, even though you don't always want to admit it.

Your friend makes his way to your bed, where you're already sitting comfortably. Your laptop is open next to you, Spotify open on an Ice Nine Kills playlist. A book you previously dog-eared is laying right next to your laptop, waiting to be finished. When Shawn finally stops right in front of your bed, he throws the little package he's been holding on the fluffy covers. You look at the well-known baby blue cardboard.

"I brought your favorite." Shawn simply states.

You look at him and give him a wide smile. He's the best and most caring friend ever. He brought your favorite chocolate without even being asked.

"You're adorable, Shawn. Thank you."

His smile is still plastered on his pretty face as he climbs on your double bed.

"Move your lil ass. I need space."

He crawls on your bed until he reaches your level. He then lets himself completely fall on his stomach. He lets out a loud sigh as he gets comfortable.

You giggle and mess his hair up. He groans but doesn't try to stop you from doing so. You internally know he secretly likes that. You decide to join him and change your position from cross-legged to flat on your back. The both of you enjoy the peaceful moment for a little bit before your phone rings, indicating your recieve a new text. Your phone being closer to Shawn, he's the one to grab it first and he hands it to you

"It's from your dad." He informs.

You don't mind if Shawn reads whatever is on the screen, you don't have anything to hide so you nod and unlock your phone. A slight sigh leaves your mouth as you let your phone fall on the mattress once again.

"Why is that sigh for ?" Shawn asks, opening one eye to see you.

"Nothing. It's only my dad telling me he won't come back before late in the evening... as always."

Shawn notices your disappointed state so he gently places his warm palm on your cheek and strokes it with his thumb, the both of you still lying on your bed.

"I can stay here with you until he comes back home if you want. I'll keep you company."

He puts his hand back on the bed sheets and looks at you. He can clearly see that some things are on your mind, but he doesn't feel the need to ask you what exactly. He knows you like to keep what you think about for yourself.