Shawn Mendes Imagines

Late Nights

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The weight of the bed shifted as I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist under the sheets.

"Hey, I'm home," Shawn whispered, kissing the top of my ear as he spoke.

I let out a soft sigh, wiggling out of his grip as he removed his hands.

"What's wrong?" He whispered as I readjusted my pillow.

"Come on, Shawn," I mumbled, rolling my eyes although my face wasn't visible to him.

"What'd I do this time?" He grumbled, turning over on his back and looking up at the ceiling.

"You wanna know what you did this time?" I asked, raising my voice as my tone changed, "You come home late almost every night. Twelve, one, and even two in the morning, that's what!"

"Well I work late to finish up songs! I'm sorry I actually have a good career, not just waiting tables at a run-down diner." He scoffed.

I felt tears brim my eyes as I attempted to blink them back; my lips trembling ever so slightly.

"You know what, forget it," I mumbled, my voice filled with hurt.

"(Y/n), I-I'm sorry," he breathed, shaking his head, "you know I didn't mean that."

I shook my head as tears slid down my splotchy pink cheeks. Quickly wiping them off with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, I slowly got out of the bed.

"Baby girl, wait," Shawn sighed, getting out as well, following me down the stairs.

"No, j-just leave me alone," I croaked, wiping more tears off of my face.

Shawn ran up behind me, grabbing my waist and turning me around as he examined my face.
I looked down, avoiding eye contact as I didn't want him to see me crying.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he repeated himself numerous times, pulling my body tight against his as he stroked my hair gently.

"You know what you said, Shawn, and it-" I stopped, taking in a deep breath as my body shook slightly, "-it hurt."

Clenching his jaw, Shawn hugged me tighter, swaying from side to side as the two of us stood there in the dim light of the living room, holding onto each other like it was the last time we would ever touch.

"I know, I'm so sorry, it was just in the heat of the moment, and I was angry and upset, and I didn't mean it, baby girl," he paused, sighing softly as he kissed the top of my head, "I know your job is just as tiring as mine, I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry for getting upset with you coming home late," I mumbled against his chest, "it's just that I missed spending time with you," I admitted.

"I miss you all the time, baby girl," he whispered, resting his chin on the top of my head, "how about I stay home tomorrow and we can do whatever you'd like?"

I smiled at the thought as Shawn pulled away, holding my face in his hands as he gently wiped away the traces of tears with his thumbs, kissing my forehead softly.

"But for now, can we go to bed?" He smiled, laughing a little bit.

I nodded, throwing my arms in the air, signaling him to pick me up.

Hands gripping my thighs, Shawn picked me up off of the ground as I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck, as he carried me upstairs.

Laying me gently down on the bed and sliding in after me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, slipping his hand under my sweatshirt, his fingers tracing small patterns on my skin.

"I love you, darling," he whispered softly, his warm minty breath trickling along my skin, "and I always will."

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