Shawn Mendes Imagines

• Sorry •

I pulled on my favorite navy blue dress and added the last curl to my hair, examining myself in my mirror covered in notes from Shawn.

(#notesfromshawn)

Tonight, Shawn was taking me out for the first time in a long time.

My heart bounced in my chest, and heavy butterflies rapidly stirred around my stomach. I couldn't wait to be someplace special with the love of my life.

I checked my phone to see if Shawn had sent anything about coming home from work, but there was nothing.

I called his phone, hoping he didn't forget, worrying that he had something better to do. He wouldn't just leave me hanging, right?

The phone rang a few times before I heard it coming from downstairs? Was he home already?

I slowly walked down the stairs to find his phone on the counter and him asleep on the couch.

I guess he did forget. I sighed, slightly upset. I mean I shouldn't be, he usually keeps his word, I was just looking forward to it.

I gently pulled off my silver dangly earrings and placed it on the marble countertop, grabbing the remote and switching on the tv; which happened to have the volume on full blast.

Shawn stirred in his sleep as I quickly lowered the volume, sitting on the recliner next to him.

"Babe?" Shawn croaked, his voice raspy and full of exhaustion.

"Hey." I smiled as I touched his forehead, brushing his hair back with my hand.

He felt warm.

He slowly sat up, examining what I was wearing. "Oh, shuck. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He apologized continuously, his Canadian accent slipping trough his sorries; sympathy obvious in his expression.

"It's okay babe. Are you feeling okay?" I asked slightly worried.

"Yeah I'm okay. I promise you I didn't forget; I just wasn't feeling good so I wanted to lie down for a little, but yeah let's go."

"No Shawn, it's okay--"

"No, baby girl, c'mon, give me five minutes and we can go." Shawn insisted, slowly getting up from the couch.

"Shawn come here." He neared me as I pulled the tall boy into a hug, my fingertips touching his feverish skin.

He sighed.

"I'm so sorry babe. You look so beautiful. I still want to go out, I'll be fine I promise, it's just a slight fever."

"Wait here." I smiled softly, gently pushing him back on the couch, his eyes wandering my body as I skipped up the steps.

I changed back into what I was wearing before, Shawn's sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. I smiled at how Shawn still wanted to go out in his sickly state.

I grabbed a ton of thick blankets and pulled them down the stairs. Shawn sat up offering to help but I shook my head.

I pulled the blankets onto Shawn as I cuddled into his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat.

"I am so, so, sorry baby. I'll make it up to you I promise."

"It's okay Shawn, don't worry about it." I smiled softly.

"But you were so dressed up and I let you down."

"You didn't let me down," I paused, "your immune system did."

He chuckled lightly as he closed his eyes, and kissed my forehead, drifting off to sleep and leaving me to listen to his peaceful heartbeat.

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I hope you guys liked this, I tried to be cute haha, and I'm sorry this sounds an awful lot like my first one.💖