Shawn Mendes Imagines

Cuddles

I woke up in the middle of the night, panting. Another nightmare. About losing Shawn. I looked beside me in the bed, turning sheets and feeling around, it was too dark. Shawn wasn't there. I signed in exasperation and through myself onto the bed. My throat was dry, but there was no way I was getting out of bed. Not right now.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to think of something else, but the nightmare was too strong. Shawn was being taken away, we were in a crowded hall, and he was walking away, looking back at me every few steps. I could barely see his face, but I knew it was him. I was stuck to the spot. Then, the people started disappearing, my vision was blurry and Shawn was no where to be seen. I was losing Shawn and strength. Then, there was only another person in the room, it was Shawn. Then, he disappeared. I hate isolation.

Trying to relieve, I took Shawn's pillow and held it. Cuddled it, trying to catch his scent, trying to imagine him here.i miss him, and when he goes to tour, it's too much anxiety to handle for me. But I know there's nothing I can do.

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I wake up, panting, yet again. This time, two arms powerfully hold me. I look back slightly, and see it's Shawn. I rest my head on his arm, noticing flowers on the bedside table next to me. Too sweet. Shawn moves slightly, then whispers, 'you're not going to lose me Y/N,' ever so quietly. I smile, and his grip tightens. I wrap my arms around his.

He buries his head in the crook of my neck, and I go back to sleep, with no nightmares.