Shawn Mendes Imagines

He's sick and you take care of him

Your POV

Its 6am on a Thursday, and my boyfriend of 2 years Shawn is supposed to be getting up to go to the studio, but he has snoozed his alarm for the third time. I get up and walk to his side of the bed.

"Shawn" he moans. I can hear the raspiness in his voice.

"Shawn, honey what's the matter?" I kneel at his bedside and take my hand through his chocolate curls.

"I feel awful...my head hurts, my throat is killing and I feel sick." I feel his forehead; he's burning up.

"Aw, I'm going to get you some cold water and some paracetamol from the kitchen. Stay here." I kiss the top of his head as he smiles back.

I go into the kitchen and get the paracetamol from the cabinet and grab a water bottle from the fridge. Shawn has a habit of buying a crate of five or six water bottles and putting them all in the fridge and he takes one with him everyday, then refills it and puts it back into the fridge. I find it cute how his water bottle is the one thing he's always carrying.

I get back into our room and I notice that Shawn is sweating loads.

"Darling" I help him to sit up and pass him the meds. "You need to cool down a bit, take off your hoodie." He takes his hoodie off and his shirt comes off too. I can't help but stare at his perfect abs. I lie him back down.

"Y/N" he says, coughing straight after.

"What's up honey?"

"P...please can you massage my head if you d...dont mind" he looks at me innocently, I smile and cradle his head in my lap, gently rubbing circles on his forehead.

"Try to sleep, it'll help ease your headache" just then Shawn's phone begins to ring. It was Andrew. "I'll speak to him" Shawn nods.

"Hello, Shawn are you coming into the studio?"

"Hi Andrew, its Y/N, Shawn's really sick today so he won't be able to come today."

"Okay that's fine, lemme know if you need anything." With that he hung up. I look at Shawn and he seems to be drifting off to sleep. I climb out of bed and carefully place his head onto the pillow.

I check the time. 7am. I decide to get back onto my side of the bed.

"Y/N" Shawn says, eyes still closed.

"I'm here" I pinch his cheek gently.

"C...can you cuddle me"

"Of course I will, come here luvvy" he positions himself so that he's lying between my legs and his head is resting on my chest. I stroke his hair and wrap my free arm around him, rubbing my thumb against his bicep.

"I...I love you Y/N, thanks for taking care of me." He lifts his head up. Our eyes meet. I lean down and peck his lips.

"I love you too" his grip around me tightens as he falls asleep in my arms.

A few hours later, I wake up to the sound of vomitting. I go to the bathroom and see Shawn throwing up into the toilet. I sit next to him, rubbing circles on his bare back.

"Y/N...I don't want you getting sick" he looks up at me. I wrap my arms around his torso and help him up. 

"Its okay darling. I want to take care of you." I pass him his toothbrush and he quickly brushes his teeth. I help him get back into bed, and then remember that he's not eaten anything. I go into the kitchen. I open the 'treat cabinet' as we like to call it and get out a muffin. I pour some orange juice into a glass and take it to him.

"Here you go my love, eat this then you can sleep."

"Thanks hun. You're the best!" He ate the muffin and began drinking his juice.

"Is your head still sore?" I cup his cheek and he smiles weakly.

"Yeah its still really sore." I get up and get him some ibuprofen as it hadn't quite been 4 hours since he had the paracetamol. I grab a banana from the fruit bowl just to make sure that his stomach was full before he took the tablet.(A/N - DO NOT HAVE IBUPROFEN ON AN EMPTY STOMACH IT IS VERY BAD FOR YOU. ITS ALSO GIVES YOU HEARTBURN. IK THIS BECAUSE I DID IT WITHOUT KNOWING AND ITS BAD.)

"Eat this too."

After he took the tablet I helped him get back into bed.

"Y/N, p...please can you cuddle me." His throat sounded sore. I nod as he lays his head down on my shoulder. I reach out and hold his hand. A while later, his grip on my hand loosened, indicating that he had fallen asleep. I kiss his head through his messy hair, moving his curls out of his beautiful face.