Shawn Mendes Imagines

43: Stressed Out

Y/N's POV:

The red and blue flashing lights stop flashing in my mirror as the silhouette of the cop comes up to the side of the car. After all of the mandatory questions and handing over my paper work, the teenage cop hands me a ticket.

Apparently, I was going ten miles per hour over the speed limit. Which means I was going 85. And I know for a fact I wasn't going 85 miles per hour.

Slight embarrassment causes my face to redden as I pull into my driveway. I had a completely clean driving record before this. I grab all of the bags and stuff I have from the grocery bringing them all in and shutting the garage door behind me. Shawn is sitting at the mini breakfast bar on his Mac, and the second he sees me, he comes over and grabs most of the bags out of my hand.

"Hi, princess!" He smiles, kissing me.

"Hi, Shawn. Can I talk to you really quickly?" I sigh. I have to tell him sometime, so why not now?

"Sure, what's up?" He asks, tugging up the bottom of the sleeves on his baseball shirt. I take a deep, calming breath.

"Okay, so on my way home, I may or may not have gotten a ticket for speeding." I say all in one short breath. He looks at me with a dead serious look on his face.

"Wait what? Y/N, we don't have the money for that right now." He sounds so angry. And suddenly I become slightly scared.

"I-I know. I wasn't even speeding, the officer just said I was." I stutter. Shawn steps towards me.

"Cops don't just pull you over for nothing." He growls.

"Okay, calm down." I mumble, placing my hands on his chest. His breathing becomes labored, as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"You can't just tell me to calm down. I haven't been releasing songs like I should be. We're having to watch what we spend more than ever, and you get a ticket for speeding?" His chocolate brown eyes harness a sort of anger I've never seen in him before.

"Oh my word, Shawn, it's not that big of a deal. I know you're really stressed, but you need to chill." I raise my voice. He licks his lips.

"I'm going out." He mutters in between deep breaths. I blink back tears as he grabs his keys off the key hook and leaves.

I'm left in the silence of the house to unpack the bags of groceries and start cleaning like we had already planned to have done today. About half an hour later, I hear the garage door open.

I bolt upstairs, ending up sitting in Shawn's office. I don't want to deal with him right now, and I honestly couldn't think of going any where else to get away from him. I know that this will probably be the first place he looks for me, if he even wants to see me. Which I can totally see why he wouldn't want to. About five minutes later, I can hear Shawn coming up the stairs.

"Y/N?" His voice comes closer as he walks up into the upstairs hallway. He doesn't sound mad anymore though. In fact he sounds kind of apologetic. I curl my knees up to my chest in his comfortable desk chair, hugging them tightly. Seconds later, the door opens.

"What?" I snap. Shawn looks at me apologetically.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry." He closes the space in between us in two strides, helping me out of the chair and pulling me into a hug. This is weird.

"I forgive you, but what's up? You're acting weird." I push away slightly. He grins, blush creeping up into his neck and into his cheeks as he pulls my hips to his.

"Okay, so on my way home, I may or may not have gotten a ticket for speeding."

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A/N

Aww. Couples. I swear.

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