Shawn Mendes Imagine- Home From Tour

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(originally on my Tumblr account)

           It was 10:30 and you were currently watching Netflix. The only problem is that you were without your boo. Shawn was on tour and wasn't supposed to come home for 2 weeks. You sighed, missing him by your side, before heading up to bed.

*Shawn's POV*

          I had just arrived at the airport around 11:15. I came home from tour early to surprise y/n. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted her, 'Hey, babe. I love you and miss you<3′. As I drove home I texted her a few more times, thinking 'She always responds to my texts. Is she ok? Did something happen?' I decided to call her. It went straight to voicemail.

         I was beyond worried as I pulled up onto our street. I all but sped into the driveway, and rushed into the house. "Y/n?" I called out, setting my luggage on the floor. No answer. I searched the whole bottom level before racing up the stairs, two at a time. "Y/n?" I called out, softer this time. I looked in all rooms, but she wasn't there.

        Then, I quietly opened the door to our bedroom. I was relieved when I saw her sleeping in bed. I calmed down, and quietly tiptoed in. Aww, she looked adorable. I stripped down to my boxers, and climbed in bed with her. My arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and I rested my chin on her shoulder. "I love you," I whispered before drifting off into sleep.

*Your POV*

        I woke up around 8:45, yawning and stretching out my legs under the warm covers. My leg hit something solid, and I looked to my side to see Shawn. My jaw dropped open. He came home early from tour? Just to see you? Aww, how sweet. He is cuddled up to the pillow, and shifts around when his arm falls from your waist. His eyes slowly flutter open.

         "Hey, babe," he says in a raspy voice, yawning. You realized how tired he os. He probably had a late flight. "Hey, Shawn," you whisper. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk in the morning," you say, stroking his head. He tiredly nods his head, closing his eyes, and saying, "I love you to the moon and back." 


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