Shawn Mendes Imagines

headache

You waited around your dark house, the only sound was the muffled rambling of the TV, the lights brightening and dimming the living room. You walk back and forth to the kitchen and living room, every time hoping something new pops up in your fridge. You are sitting in the kitchen
on your phone when you hear feet shuffle and a set of keys jingle at the front door. You walk over to see your very stressed looking boyfriend, Shawn, dropping his wallet and keys on the table, almost missing. He weakly unbuttoned his dress shirt one by one, revealing his smooth skin and toned abs. He drags his tired feet across the living room floor as you watch in awe, he flops down on the couch and heavily exhales. He brings his hand up to his head and tugs at the end of his hair in exhaustion, ruffling up his neatly styled quiff. He rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, gently squeezing his eyes shut. (picture above)
You make your way over to the couch and rub his shoulder giving him a small massage and calmly ask "long day?" he nods, opening his eyes "yeah, they are killing me in the studio, my head is pounding, I feel like I'm going to explode".
You ask if he needs anything, he hesitates "actually, some IB prophen would be great".
You nod and head to the kitchen to find it and fill a glass of water. When you walk back in the living room Shawn sits up and swallows the pills.
You plop down on the couch next to him, he sprawls across the couch with his lengthy, muscular body and slides his shoes off at the other end. He gently lays his head in your lap and you stroke his hair, his beautiufl deep brown eyes stare into yours, you notice his eye lids growing heavy and beginning to droop, the bags underneath his eyes very prominent. His thumb rubbing circles on the back of your free hand begins to slow. You gaze back up at the flashing tv screen.
"It'll work out don't worry, just give it time" you quietly say. "Ya know Shawn, I love you", receiving no response, you look down and see shawn delicately asleep in your lap.
Your eyes travel down his body, almost studying him. Fluffy locks of chocolate brown hair softy resting on his forehead, his eyes gently shut, his little cheek scar so innocent, yet, so perfectly placed. His mouth, between two light rosy cheeks, is slightly open releasing small,peacful breaths. You see his chest slowly rising and falling in his slumber.His right arm dangling off the couch-to small to fit his large physique. His long legs suffocated in his tight black skinny jeans, so tight it seems as if his phone, in his pocket, is glued to his leg. One sticking off the end and the other bent just enough to not fall off. You lean down and kiss his forehead, a slight curve growing at the end of is lips, you think to yourself "how did I get so lucky?" as you lean back and slowly drift off to sleep.