A frown etched its way onto my face as I stared at the back of Shawn's head. He was sitting in front of his laptop, emailing his manager about his upcoming tour schedule.
"Are you coming to bed?" I asked. He raised a finger, not even bothering to turn around and look at me.
"In a minute." He mumbled, making me roll my eyes.
I crawled under the covers. "You're always so busy with work." I said, doubting that he was even listening.
I turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "I miss you. You're barely home. I know that music will always be your first priority, but I feel invisible sometimes."
Silence enveloped the room, and I wasn't surprised. My eyes stung and a lump began to form in my throat. "Goodnight, Shawn." My voice came out broken.
I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep. I heard him sigh as he stood up, his footsteps approaching the bed. The cold air hit me as he pulled back the duvet and climbed into bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
"Do you really feel that way?" He asked softly. His usually bright eyes now conveyed a look of guilt and sadness.
I nodded. his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his muscular frame. I inhaled his scent, it was my favorite smell.
"Just because i've been busy doesn't mean I don't care about you." He traced random shapes on my back as he spoke.
"Music's my life, Y/n, but so are you. You're my everything. Don't ever think that you're not my first priority because you are. You always will be."
"I'm sorry if I sound selfish. I just miss how things used to be. Now you're on tour all the time. I don't wanna lose you." I felt a tear slip down my cheek as i clung to his shirt.
Shawn's hand stroked my hair as he kissed my forehead. "You won't, princess. I promise."
Those words made me feel at ease. I knew that I couldn't control Shawn's fame. It was going to continue to grow, and I was going to continue to love him, no matter what.
He reached over to our nightstand, turning of the lamp. He rolled over so that he was now on top of me, his head resting on my chest.
"You know I love you, right?" He looked up at me in the darkness and interlaced our fingers, planting a kiss on the back of my palm. He placed my hand on his chest, so that I could feel his heart beat. "Until my heart stops beating."
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thought i'd write something cute and simple to make up for the smut i just hit you guys with.
January 31, 2017
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
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