shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

texts 1

shawn💗: hey baby
shawn💗: i miss you

me: i miss you too:(
me: i can't wait for you to come home again
me: ugh saying that makes me feel selfish i'm sorry

shawn💗: saying you miss me doesn't make you selfish hun, i can't wait to come home either. only three more weeks❤️

me: i can't wait:)

shawn💗: what are you doing?

me: studying for my final next week:(

shawn💗: have you taken a break yet love?
shawn💗: i know how you get when you study..

me: i plan on stopping soon i think

shawn💗: good, i don't like it when you stress yourself out like that

me: i know

shawn💗: what final are you studying for?

me: bio!

shawn💗: well why don't you take a study break and come unlock your front door

me: what
me: shawn

shawn💗: oh i didn't tell you i was coming home early to surprise you?
shawn💗: weird, i thought i did😉

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i stared at shawn's last text, my hands starting to shake. i quickly stood up from my desk and ran down my staircase, hurrying through the kitchen and towards the front door.

i grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, seeing shawn standing on my front step.

i covered my mouth with my hands and staggered backwards, before regaining myself and hurrying towards him.

"shawn!" i cried, throwing myself into his arms and wrapping my legs around his torso, "you're home."

his arms quickly wrapped around my back, holding my frame tightly against his. he buried his face in my hair, and i felt his breath fan against the skin of my neck as he laughed.

he let me down, and i realized i was crying when he brought his hands to my face and swiped away the trace of tears with his thumb, "don't cry, sweet girl."

i covered my mouth with my hands again and i took in his appearance, unable to comprehend that he was home early.

"i can't believe you're here," i shook my head, "i missed you."

he reached out, his hands grabbing at the material of my hoodie - that was actually his. he pulled me into him, and his lips found mine. i kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

he was the first to pull away, "i missed you too, so so much."

i bit my lip, "when did you get back?"

shawn smiled his gorgeous smile, "i landed this morning, then went home and slept for a few hours." his hand found mine, and he intertwined our fingers.

i leaned towards him and laid my head on his shoulder, happy to have him back.

"want to come inside?" i asked, watching as he nodded and led me inside.

"want to watch a movie?" i asked, "we don't have to-"

"i want to," he smiled, kissing my temple.

"i'll make popcorn," i said, watching as he nodded, kissing my head once more before disappearing into the living room.

i found the popcorn and took off the plastic before placing it in the microwave and grabbing a bowl.

when i entered the living room, popcorn in hand, i seen shawn on the couch; his eyes closed. i laid the popcorn on the coffee table and laid myself on top of him, causing his eyes to flutter open.

"i'm thinking i might still be a little jet-lagged," he mumbled, smiling when i pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"sleep," i whispered, maneuvering myself so shawn was laying on top of me; his arms tight around my waist. his head found the crook of my neck, and i started to play with his hair.

"i didn't know i was this tired until i sat down," he said.

i giggled, "it's okay. i don't care what we're doing, i'm just happy you're back."

"me too," he said, "i miss it, but i'm happy for the break we get."

"how long?"

"almost three months," shawn whispered, his words coming out slower than before.

i smiled, "i'm so happy."

"i am too," he pushed himself up on his forearms and leaned in, kissing me again.

when he pulled away and settled in my arms again, slumber pulling him away from reality, i couldn't help the child-like smile that pulled my lips upwards.

shawn was finally home, and i didn't think i could be happier than what i am right now.

wc: 735

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