Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drunk

"Ugh, why did we have to go home? I was having funnn," Shawn slurred as I pulled up our my into our driveway. It was Saturday night and Nash had called me saying Shawn was drunk and I needed to take him home.

I just ignored him, taking off my seatbelt. I made my way to his side of the car and opened the door.

"Your hot," he hiccupped stepping out of the car. He lost his balance slightly but luckily I caught him.

"I think you need to call it a night," I chuckled making my way up to the house with Shawn still attached to my arm.

"No, I want to party!" he shouted swinging his hands up in the air. I laughed and dragged him inside.

"You look like my girlfriend, (y/n). She is so amazing, and beautiful." he slurred plopping himself on the couch. I chuckled at how drunk he was.

"Come on, let's go to bed." He nodded in reply and followed me upstairs, being careful not to fall.

As we got to the room he jumped on the bed, and I slowly began to undress him so he could put his pyjamas on.

"W-Wait. You can't undress me," he slurred again. I looked at him confused.

"Why?"

"I have a girlfriend." he hiccupped. I chuckled and rolled my eyes playfully. He's so adorable.

"I am your girlfriend, it's me (y/n)," his eyebrows knitted together in confusion and I laughed lightly.

"Oh. I knew that," he giggled. I slipped off his shoes and started to undress him.

I went to put his shirt on him before he stopped my actions. "No, i don't want to wear it. I want people to see how hot I am," he said taking it from my hands and throwing them somewhere across the floor.

"Ok. Whatever," I giggled. Unexpectedly, I was greeted by two big arms wrapping around me and plopping back into bed. "Stay with me," he hiccuped snuggling his head into my neck. I sighed and nodded.

"Goodnight beautiful," he mumbled before letting his sleep take over his body.

"Goodnight Shawn," I whispered kissing his forehead.