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sleepy shawn

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rosealie's pov

i was sitting on the couch, reading, when i heard the front door open and close. shortly after, rang out the familiar jingle of shawn's keys. i perked up, happy that my long-term boyfriend was home from work. turning my gaze towards the door, i saw shawn stumble into the living room. i quickly looked towards the clock on the wall, seeing that he wasn't supposed to be home for another hour and a half

"hey baby, your home early," i closed my book and placed it on the coffee table, looking up at him.

"andrew let me leave," shawn replied, placing his bags by the couch and leaning down to greet me with a kiss. when his leg passed the coffee table, it made contact with the leg. he stumbled again, cursing under his breath. i pressed my hand to my mouth, giggling at his state, "i missed you today."

"you miss me every day," i replied, looking up at him.

when i thought he was going to lean down and give me another kiss, i smiled. but quickly, his body fell and landed on the couch, his upper half landing on me. i groaned, chuckling as he positioned himself so his head was in my lap. he was being a sook, something he never did unless he was very tired.

i began to play with his hair, knowing how much it relaxed him.

"what's wrong?" i asked quietly, still playing with his hair. he hadn't been saying much, so i figured something was up.

he sat up, his eyes bloodshot.

"i'm so tired, and andrew has been pushing me so hard because of this third album. i'm trying to balance that and being with you and i'm so stressed," he rambled, sighing as tears brimmed his beautiful brown eyes, "everything is just in amongst a rough patch."

"shawn," i gushed, wiping away a single tear that fell, "you spend lots of time with me, don't think you don't. i know how important this album is, and i don't want you thinking you've been ignoring me."

"i know," he sighed, "but with all the pressure, i feel like i'm going to crack." he ran his hands through his brown curls, tugging slightly.

"have you talked to andrew about letting you have a day off?" i question, not having seen him this stressed in a long time.

"yeah, he said we can't have any breaks with the album soon coming out and tour that follows," shawn's voice broke, "i don't know how much longer my body can keep up with this." i felt my heart clench, and i frowned.

i placed my hands on top of his in a reassuring way, leaning forwards and kissing him. he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on to his lap, kissing me back.

"how about we go up to bed and lie down, you need rest," i said, lacing our fingers together, "i'll talk to andrew in the morning and see if there is anything that can be arranged."

shawn groaned, burying his head against my shoulder, "but i don't want to move. i'm cozy."

i scrambled off his lap and he stood, grabbing my hand and following me up the stairs and towards our room. i peeled back the duvet and slid under, waiting as shawn peeled off his shirt and got into a pair of sweats before joining me.

when he slid in beside me, his legs instantly tangled around mine. his arm found my waist again, and he pulled my chest to his. he pressed his lips to my forehead, smiling down at me.

"thanks, rosealie," shawn mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"for what?" i question, propping my head against his shoulder and looking up at him.

"you always make me feel better, even without trying," he said, kissing my forehead, "you always know what to say to make everything better."

i smiled and nodded, "i hate seeing you upset. or stressed. i haven't seen you this tired in a while, you must be working so hard. i wouldn't know, considering i haven't heard any of your songs." i quickly poked him in the ribs.

"you don't have to wait much longer," shawn said, his arms around me squeezing momentarily, "then you can hear the whole thing."

"i can't wait," i mumbled, kissing his cheek before cuddling back into his embrace.

after making small talk about each other's day for a little while, shawn's chest began to rise and fall a lot slower. when his eyes fluttered closed, i knew that he had fallen asleep. i smiled, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close.

"goodnight my sleepy boy," i whispered, running my fingers through his hair and thinking about just how lucky i was to have a guy like him.

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