shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

sick skype calls

shawn mendes imagines
imagine lxxxvii
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bella's pov

even though the clock was barely at seven in the evening, i was long ready for bed. i had been down with the flu for the last three days, not having the energy to get out of bed.

feeling so miserable has meant lack of sleep, but since i feel a bit better, my eyes are finally heaving shut.

i paused the episode of greys anatomy that i was on, getting ready to close the laptop and bury myself under my blankets.

a familiar jingle of a skype call rang through, and i furrowed my brows. i re-opened my laptop and glanced at the top right corner, seeing the caller id showing my boyfriend, shawn's, name.

i smiled slightly, jacob missed him since he's been gone. he is currently in the middle of his illuminate world tour and won't be home for another month and a half.

i quickly accepted the call, not caring about the way i looked.

"hey sweetie!" his face consumed my mac book screen, an award winning smile plastered across his face, "i miss you lots,"

"i miss you too," i croaked, smiling.

he furrowed his brows, "what's wrong, babe?"

"i've been sick for a while, still am not the best," i sighed, "but i'm getting better."

"why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked.

"i didn't want to worry you," i said.

"was it the cold?" he asked.

no matter where shawn was - near or far - he was always protective over me. he always made sure i was doing okay and if i was upset, no matter what he was supposed to be doing with work or tour, he would drop everything until i was better.

"the flu, only got sick a few times but i haven't really slept the last few nights," i admitted, knowing if i lied he would somehow find out the truth.

"my baby," he said, "you look exhausted."

"forget me," i gestured him off, "how was your show tonight? wait, where are you right now?"

"i'm in berlin," he laughed, "after the show the guys went out but i wanted to talk to you so i just came back here."

"shawn, you know you didn't have to do that," i said, "you should have went out, seen a bit of berlin."

"talking to you is way more exciting," he said, causing me to raise a brow at him, "i'm serious!"

a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, and i felt my eyes pool with tears.

having shawn on tour was a blessing and a curse.

i knew that having him away meant he was living out his dream and doing was he loved. i supported him wholeheartedly, but missed him. at times like this when i knew he would be over with movies and cuddles, was when i missed him most.

"babe! are you crying? please don't cry," shawn said, "did i say something?"

"i just miss you," i mewed, "i can't wait for you to come home, as selfish as it sounds."

"it doesn't sound selfish at all bella, i want to come home too. there's only a little over a month left before the whole tour is over and i come home," shawn assured, "oh love, you're going to make me cry."

"i'm sorry," i wiped away the last of my tears, "tell me about berlin. how has it been so far?"

shawn hesitated, but started to tell me about his time in berlin, "the weather is crazy hot. no matter what season or time of day, it's always warm. there are fans everywhere, not only in berlin, and they all ask about you. i had to buy a separate bag just for the stuff they gave to me to give to you. the venue tonight was sold out, twenty thousand people were there."

"that's amazing, were you nervous?" i questioned, smiling at how proud he looked.

"a little, i wanted to call you but andrew told me i needed to relax myself for times when you wouldn't be able to talk to me," he said, "wasn't pleased over that, his in my dressing room until it was time to go on, but i was fine afterwards."

i laughed, "you are such a sook. andrew has a point though. there may be some days i can't talk you through an anxious time and all you will have is your team."

"i know," shawn said, "it's just the first time i have toured without you. you were with me for the last one."

"i was," i nodded, "i take it you miss me then?"

"lots," shawn nodded, adjusting himself in what i assumed to be his bed, "we should say goodbye, you don't look good hun."

"talking to you is distracting me, i don't want to say goodbye," i admitted.

"okay, at least close your eyes. i wont hang up," shawn said, flicking off the lamp that was beside him causing the screen to fall dark.

"but i want to hear about tour," i mumbled, already getting cozy under the blankets and putting my laptop on my bedside table where he could still see me.

"i can tell you tomorrow, or another night," shawn said, "don't worry about my tour. you're sick."

i let my eyes flutter closed, opening them again when an idea came to mind, "will you sing to me?"

"of course," he said, "what song?"

"i don't know," i hummed, "surprise me."

when my eyes fell shut again, i heard him humming the tune to one of his old tracks, never be alone.

his angelic voice relaxed me, and made me feel as though he was laying next to me. i felt sleep course through me slowly, pulling me away from reality faster than i thought.

before i fell asleep, i heard shawn whisper four words that sent me off into slumber, "i love you sweetheart."

wc: 1001

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