Shawn Mendes Imagines

31: Mistakes

Shawn's POV:

The doorbell rings as I write another line to the song. I glance up at the clock.

2:21 am.

I rush downstairs. Y/N was supposed to be home two hours ago, and I've been up waiting for her, writing new songs. I open the door to reveal Y/N and two of the other girls she went out with.

"Hi, Shawn." Y/N slurs, stumbling into me.

"I'm sorry we're so late. She got really wasted and... yeah, we're sorry. You'll have fun with her tonight though." Hannah, the girl on her right explains with a wink. They have no idea how Y/N is when she gets this drunk.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. You all be safe going home. I heard the roads are pretty icy up north." I reply with a chuckle. They wave and I shut the door, then begin to look for Y/N who seemed to wander off. I find her sick in the bathroom, so I gently hold her hair into a makeshift ponytail and rub small circles onto her back. The convulsions stop, and I reach up onto the counter, handing her a washcloth. She leans against the wall.

"Come on, princess, we have to get you upstairs." I say, helping her stand.

"No, I have to brush my teeth." She retorts, stumbling over to the sink. I let her brush her teeth, then guide her over to the foot of the stairs. She falls back before she even steps foot onto the bottom step.

"Y/N, honey." I chuckle, picking her up bridal style. Once we reach the bedroom, I sit her down on the bed, slowly stripping her to her undergarments so I can get her into her favorite sweats outfit, especially since she'll be in rough shape tomorrow morning. Y/N must've thought I was trying to get sexual because she pulls me on top of her, pushing her hands down into my pants.

"No, darling. I mean, I'm not trying to say I don't want you, but you're drunk. You aren't in your right mindset." I place one small kiss on her forehead before I push myself off the bed, guiding her hands back out of my loose pants. We actually work together to get her dressed and under the warm sheets of the big king sized bed. 

"Alright, Y/N, I'm going to go finish writing. Yell for me if you need anything." I tell her, turning to leave the room. 

"Shawn, can I talk to you?" She asks quietly. I nod coming back in the room and sitting on the bed next to her.

"What's up?" I move my hand to her back, running it up and down lightly.

"So I wanted to thank you." She mumbles. I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I know that sometimes I can really screw things up, like that time at the dinner with your parents when I spilled my water everywhere, or that one time where I messed up that note during one of your rehearsals on stage in front of all those girls. You haven't ever lost your patience with me." She yawns.

"Y/N, your mistakes don't define who you are to me. I love you, baby girl. You and all of your pretty little mistakes."

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A/N

Hayyyyyyyyy. Wow, that was annoying. Anyways, vote, comment, and share if you liked it! Message me if you want an imagine!

QOTD: What is your favorite song right now and why?

AOTD: Mine is probably Oceans By Hillsong United. That is the song I go to when I feel really down. It's my prayer literally anytime I think of it, or if I want to talk to God and I have nothing to say, so yeah! Or Memories by yours truly, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes because of the violins are like 😍👌🏻