Shawn Mendes Imagines

94: Sore Thumb

Y/N's POV:

"Okay, let's get this thing started." I pull up my sleeves and bend down, helping Shawn pick up the heavy box.

We move it into the kitchen and set it down right next to the place planned for the huge storage unit. Shawn peels open the box and takes a deep sigh.

"This is gonna be a pain." He groans. "You're lucky I love you, Y/N."

I step over to where he is and slide my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine.

"Thank you baby." I grin. He sits down on the floor Indian style (AKA criss-cross applesauce...) and I follow his lead, crossing my legs. We pull some of the pieces out, separating the white walls and the styrofoam pieces between the units.

"Alright, I'm going to go get some tools, don't touch anything." He instructs, getting up and walking into the garage.

"Don't touch anything." I mimic, picking up one of the pieces. I find the instructions in the mess and start to scan through them, trying to find the piece that fits with the one in my other hand.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" Shawn asks, sitting down next to me again.

"I'm looking at the instructions."

"We don't need instructions. This is so straight forward."

"You sound like a stereotypical, cliché man, and you said it would be complicated." I say. He rolls his eyes and slowly starts to pick up pieces, trying to fit them together. Finally finding a pair that fits, he starts to hammer them together. Out of nowhere, he hits his thumb with the heavy hammer.

"Ow!" He yelps.

"Karma is a jerk." I say snidely.

"Well, if the only thing I walk out of here with is a sore thumb I think I'll be okay."

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A/N

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