Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sleepy and Clingy Shawn

Your POV

I'm currently in our condo in Toronto waiting for Shawn to come home from the studio. He's been doing some really long days recently, and today is one of them. He has been gone since 7 30am, and its currently nearly 11pm.

Just then the door opens, and Shawn comes in. He's dragging his feet, indicating that he's tired.

"Hey honey, how was your day?" I ask him. He walks over to me and collapses on top of me, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

"I'm so tired Y/N." He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around my waist. I run my fingers through his curls, then massage his shoulders, easing the tension in him.

"Thank you" he whispers. I kiss the top of his head.

"Come on, why don't you have a nice warm shower." I help him up and take him into the bathroom. I help him lift his shirt off, then leave him a towel and then I go into the living room.

I hear Shawn come out of the shower, so I walk into our room and I see him lying face down on the bed in just his boxers. I go over to him and put my hands on his shoulders. He was cold.

"Shawn you need to put something on. You're going to get cold." I grab a hoodie, sweats and a pair of socks from his wardrobe. I help him to sit up and slide his legs through the sweats and pull them up. I then help him put his hoodie on.

"Thanks Y/N. You're the best." I peck his lips before leaning down to put his socks on.

"Have you eaten?" He shakes his head. "I'll make you a sandwich. Give me five minutes." I walk into the kitchen and quickly make him a cheese sandwich and pour some orange juice into a glass and take it to him. He's sat on the edge of thr bed; his head is resting on the headboard.

"I can't thank you enough for this Y/N. I love you" he tries to get up but his legs give in and he falls back onto the bed. I then notice the bags under his eyes. I brush my thumb under his eyes and keep my hand there for a second. He rests his face on my hand.

"You need to take a few days off, you're exhausted!" I sit next to him as he nibbles on his sandwich.

"I know but I just want this album to be perfect and even more representative of me." He takes the last bite of his sandwich and finishes his juice. I put my arm around his shoulder and he rests his head on my shoulder.

"It will be. You work so hard - darling you're the most talented person I know. I believe in you, but you aren't going to be able to make a good album if you're not rested." I help him lie back into bed and cover him with a blanket. He gently grabbed my hand.

"Can you stay with me and cuddle?" He asks innocently. His innocence is the thing that I fell in love with, he is so kind and genuine. I nod and we lie like we were before, his head resting on my collarbone, my arms wrapped tightly around him, hand in his hair. I kiss his head and his grip around he loosens, indicating that he's asleep.