Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drunk 2

It was suggested by readersofamurica  to make an imagine where Shawn is hungover.

So this is a part 2 for Drunk.

If you haven't read it.

You should.

-y/n-

I woke up and was sad to find that Shawn was missing from the couch where we had both fallen asleep the night before.

I heard slight noises coming from the bathroom.

I lightly jogged to the bathroom, the only audible sound being the sound of my bare feet hitting the cold tile.

I rounded the corner to find the bathroom door.

I attempted to turn the handle but to my dismay it was locked.

"Shawn-"

I lightly knocked on the door with one knuckle.

"-Baby are you in there?"

I heard some things shuffle around but no response.

Suddenly I heard the click of the door knob as it unlocked.

I slowly opened the door into the bathroom.

Shawn was leaning up against the wall in front of the toilet in nothing but boxers.

I couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight.

"You-" I stifled a laugh turning it into a cough. "You don't look good babe."

He glared at me.

"It hurts." He whined.

"What hurts?" I asked coming closer.

"Everything!" He yelled.

I kneeled at his side stroking his face.

"God why did I even drink last night." He groaned.

"Sh..." I soothed.

I rubbed his cheek bone with my thumb and he closed his eyes.

Then I moved my hand into his hair as I got it entangled into his soft brown locks he lurched forwards.

He became hunched over the toilet.

Dry heaves and coughs escaped his lips.

I rubbed his bare back with my hand.

"Come downstairs." I whispered.

"I'll turn the lights off." I continued.

"Get you a bin..."

"Some water...."

"Whatever you want." I finished.

"Don't you have work?" He groaned.

"I'll call in." I replied.

"No." He shook his head. "Go I don't want you to see me like this anyways."

"I'm pretty sure I've seen worse." I whispered.

"Babe..." He groaned.

"Babe..." I imitated.

I wiped away the sweat building up on his face and then placed a kiss on his temple.

"God I wish I could kiss you right now."

I giggled lightly standing up.

"I'll set up downstairs and then come and get you."

He nodded weakly.

When I was done setting it up I came back upstairs and helped him stand up.

His grip had never been tighter on me and to be honest he was kind of hurting me but I didn't want to say anything.

"I'm sorry." He whispered letting go and grabbing the sink instead.

"It's fine." I whispered grabbing his hands.

"I don't care."

I led him down the stairs and laid him on the couch.

As I began to walk away in an attempt to get something done while he relaxed he called me back.

"Babe..." He groaned.

"Hmm...?" I hummed.

"Can you lay with me?"

I eyed the kitchen that was waiting to be cleaned and then my sick boyfriend on the couch.

His bottom lip was jutted out something that was very hard to resist and made my stomach get butter flies.

I got on the couch, him insisting he behind me.

"Shawn why does it matter?" I asked.

"Because just do it." He commanded.

I pouted but did it anyways.

"If you puke on me it's not my fault."

"I won't." He promised.

He places kisses on the crook of neck as we laid there the only sound being the sound of nature through the open window.

His leg was wrapped around mine basically punning me down in a comfortable way.

"Shawn..." I whined.

"What baby girl?" He asked.

"I'm not doing anything with you."

"Why not?" He whined.

"Cuz your hungover." I stated. "It's not happening."

I turned so I was facing him.

"Get some sleep." I whispered.

"And then maybe..."

His eyes instantly closed.

"Wow nice to know where your mind is at Mendes." I mumbled.

He smiled as I pecked his forehead.

"Good night baby boy." I whispered.

Sorrrry.

If this sucked.

I tried. 😕

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~Kassidi