Shawn Mendes Imagines

Under the mess

"Y/n!" Shawn practically yells at the top of his lungs. You get your lazy self up from the chair, which was extremely comfortable. You groan, missing your warm seat.

"Yes Shawn, what is it? Don't tell me you made me get out of my seat for nothing."

"Y/n, I lost my phone, you need to help me find it." He pants, putting his hands behind his head, gasping for air. Your shared bedroom was a mess, the duvets were wildly creased, and every single piece of clothing you guys owned was scattered on the floor, which gave you huge anxiety.

"Where was the last place you left it?" You state, folding your arms and glaring at Shawn, implying that he had to clean up this mess sooner or later.

"Um, it was somewhere near the wardrobe I think." He blinks in worry, scavenging for more. You huff and join in for the search.

"Why are you getting so worried Shawn, it hasn't magically flew away has it?"

"Y/n, you don't understand, I could've missed an important call from Andrew about the dates for the tour and the live album-" as he speaks with hurry, you lift one of the clothes on the floor, only to be seen with shawn's jet black iPhone 7. You pick it up and throw it at his back. He instantly reacts and turns around, picking up his phone and breathing in relief.

"Where did you find it?"

"Shawn,maybe you should actually clean up before starting to worry, it works." You say, folding your arms and tapping your foot. Without warning, Shawn walks over to you and places a quick kiss on your lips.

"I wouldn't know what I would be doing without you y/n" you laugh and head over to the chair of yours that you dearly missed.

a/n this is such a bad imagine it's so rushed omg

~Hanna