shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

bad dreams and cuddles {requested}

shawn mendes imagines
imagine xciii
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megan's pov
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requested by: @aaronsbxbe

after a long three and a half hours of studying, i glanced at the clock and seen that it was almost one in the morning. sighing, i ran my hands through my hair and stood from the kitchen table. i closed my books quietly, knowing my parents and little sister were upstairs sleeping. i took the stairs up to the second floor and enter my room, collapsing onto my bed.

remembering that i hadn't changed yet, i groaned and pushed myself from the bed. as i went towards my closet, i looked out the window and noticed how hard it was raining.

i opened my closet and lazily got dressed into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt.

slouching towards my bed, my eyelids heaved again. i crawled back underneath my blankets and laid my head against the pillow, my eyes falling shut.

right when i thought i was going to drift into a peaceful sleep, there was a knock at my window. jumping in fright from the sudden noise, i stumble out of my bed and onto my feet, looking towards the window.

there in the pouring rain, crouched my boyfriend, shawn.

furrowing my eyebrows, i ran over and opened the window. shawn stumbled in and slammed the window shut, dripping wet from the rain.

"shawn! what on earth are you doing here? it's almost two in the morning!" i exclaimed quietly, cautious in not waking my parents or sister.

it wasn't until i looked at his face to notice that he was crying.

"baby," i whispered, "what happened? come here..." immediatley, i pulled him in for a hug, feeling him lay his head on my shoulder. his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and i was now soaked, but all i was concerned about was shawn.

"i-i had a dream, you got h-hurt, bad. i-it was so real-"

shawn has minor anxiety, but it can hit him hard. the littlest thing like a dream can work him up for hours.

sighing softly, i run my hands through his hair and along his back. hesniffled and looked at me.

"honey it's pouring out, you could have called me," i said, going to my closet and grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that he left here a few weeks ago.

"i-i needed to see you, to know you were still here," shawn mumbled, taking the clothes from me with trembling hands.

"i'm right here," i said, bringing my palm to his cheek, "i never left."

he smiled softly, turning and entering the small bathroom just outside of my room to change. he emerged shortly after, dressed in the dry clothes that i had given him. i quickly jumped into another pair of pants and shirt, grabbing his hand and leading him towards my bed.

his muffled cries were now only quiet sniffles as i crawled into bed, opening my arms for him. he quickly shook his head, beginning to pace.

"n-no," he whispered, causing me to get up from bed and hug him again.

"i'm right here shawn, everything is okay. take a deep breath, or as many as you need," my hands rubbed his tense arms as he slowly inhaled a deep breath, letting it out shakily.

"do you want to lay down now?" i asked him quietly, a small yawn escaping my lips.

"yeah," he whispered as i crawled under the sheets again.

i slid to the side and once again, opened my arms for him. he shook his head, "i want to hold you."

"okay," i nodded as he crawled in next to me.

"i love you meg," he croaked, "i'm sorry too."

"why would you be sorry honey?" i asked, resting my head in the crook of his neck.

"i always come to you, i-i feel like i am never there for you," shawn whispered.

"you are always there for me, i don't ever want you thinking otherwise," i whispered, looking at him.

i wiped away a single tear off of his cheek and leaned forwards, pressing my lips to his. he kissed me back instantly, and i smiled against his lips. he pulled away, his eyes staring softly into mine.

"shawn?" i whispered, resting my head against his chest again.

"hmm," he mumbled, getting tired himself.

"always know i love you too," i said, basically feeling his smile radiating from him.

after that, all was calm.

shawn knew that i was okay and was finally okay, that was all i needed to know in order to let my body slip away into slumber.

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