Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sick

"Excuse me? Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"
"Huh? Oh sorry. Can you say that again?" I mumble, the sound of the customer's voice snapping me back to reality.
The woman rolls her eyes. "I said I'll have a large cappuccino and she," she points to her girlfriend, "will have a pink lemonade."
"I'll be right back with your order," I say, quickly scribbling down what she said. I trudge back to the counter, my head pounding. When I woke up this morning I didn't feel right, but I brushed it off and told myself the feeling would go away. Boy, was I wrong.

I clip the order to the long line of others and decide to take my well-overdue break. Hanging up the apron I have on, I grab my phone and head out the back to sit on the bench where I usually have lunch. I immediately click on my boyfriend's number, hoping that hearing his voice will make me forget the piercing stomach ache and pounding headache I have.

After a few rings, he picks up. "Y/N! How's work going?"
"Hi Shawn." I smile. "It's going...good. How's the songwriting coming along? Any new songs since this morning?" I start to laugh but this just sends another searing jolt of pain through my body so I stop.
"Hun? You okay?" He asks worriedly.
"I'm fine! Just a little headache that's all."
"You're clearly not fine. I can hear the pain in your voice!" Shawn exclaims. "I can come pick you up from work right now if you would please let me?"
I sigh. "I'm okay I promise! There's only an hour left on my shift anyway so I'll be home soon. Don't worry about me, stay focused on your music! I know it'll turn out amazing."
"Okay, if you're sure." He sounds doubtful but by now he knows how stubborn I am and how I won't give in to anything. "I'm coming around straight after your shift, got it?"
"Okay, okay," I laugh lightly. "I'll see you then."
"You will. I've got to go hun, love you!"
"Love you too." I sigh as I click to end the call. Only an hour left Y/N, I tell myself. Only an hour.

I try and keep my hand steady to fit the key in my lock but it's difficult when my whole body is swaying and my vision is swimming around the place. Finally, I'm able to unlock the door and I stumble to the couch, immediately throwing myself down onto my back. I wish the room would just stay still for one damn second so I could see where my phone is.

"Y/N?" I hear coming from the door.
"Shawn." I sigh in relief. Maybe he can stop the room spinning.
"Oh my god... how long have you been like this?" He rushes over to the couch before sitting carefully beside my sprawled out body.
"I'm fine! It's a bit warm in here isn't it?"
I feel his cool hand on my forehead. "That's because you're burning up! I need to call the doctor Y/N."
"No!" I half-shout, my voice suddenly fierce. I hate the doctor. I've had a phobia of them ever since I was little.
"Baby..." he begins, his voice softer. "You need help."
"No Shawn. Please." My voice cracks and I know then that he'll stop pushing me.
"Alright, fine. Not yet." He brushes my hair away from my sweaty forehead with his long fingers. "I'm going to sit you up okay? You need to take off some of those layers to cool down."
I frown but I don't protest when I feel his strong arms going around my back to help ease me into a sitting position. I do moan in pain however.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry hun." Shawn mumbles as he gently eases my arms out of my jacket and lifts my hoodie over my head, leaving me in just my vest top. He unties my shoes and throws them onto the floor, before standing up. I grab his hand in panic, not wanting him to leave. I'm never usually this clingy I swear.
"I'm just getting you a glass of water, hun. I'll be back before you know it." He squeezes my hand and I lean my head against the back of the couch as I walk his tall figure walk away.

Not two minutes later he's back with water and a wet cloth.
"Here." Shawn hands me the glass and a few tablets for my head, sitting beside me again. "Take small sips." He places the cool cloth against my forehead and holds it there for a few seconds, making sure it won't move.
"Thank you," I say softly, grabbing his hand again.
He intertwines our fingers. "You don't need to thank me. I do it because I love you."
I smile weakly at him and squeeze his hand.

I try to lie down again but he stops me.
"I know it's hard, baby, but you have to stay sitting up. My mom always told me that when I was younger and was sick."
"I can't..." I say hoarsely, tears forming in my eyes.
"Don't cry," he whispers, wiping away a few tears that escaped. "Wait, I have an idea!" He stands up again. "I'm going to move you forward a small bit if that's okay?"
I nod in response, curious as to what he's doing. He gently grabs the upper part of my arms and eases me forward, before sliding his own shoes off. Holding my shoulders, Shawn climbs behind me so his chest is to my back and flattens his legs so I'm sitting between them. He pulls my shoulders back so I'm lying against him.
"Better?" He whispers, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Much better," I whisper back.
"Try to sleep, hun. You'll feel much better afterwards if you do." I can feel him twirling pieces of my hair around his fingers and it feels amazing.
"Mmkay. Can you keep doing that though? Please?"
"Of course."
"Shawn?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Y/N." He kisses my forehead and takes the glass of water away from me so I can sleep.
"Shawn?" I say again.
"Yeah?"
"Don't leave me."
"Never."

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Well I thought this was cute :-) Thanks for reading xx