"Sorry I can't come to the phone right now, I'll call you as soon as possible." Shawn's voicemail ran through out my ears. I ended the call and threw my phone on the bed. Shawn said he was going out with a couple of friends and would be home before 11, it's now 12:30. I've been trying to get a hold of Shawn since 11:30, but I keep getting sent to voicemail.
I decided to go to bed, and that he would be home soon. I heard footsteps coming towards Shawn and I's bedroom. I opened my eyes a little and saw Shawn with messy hair and bloodshot eyes. I turned my back to him, and tried to fall back asleep. The bed dipped down, as Shawn wrapped his arm around my waist.
"I'm home." He whispered as he kissed my neck.
"Did you have fun?" I asked turning over and running my fingers through his hair.
"It was okay, it would of been better if you would of went though." He said as he rested his head In the crook of my neck.
"I'm sorry, I had to finish writing that stupid essay." I said. He groaned and smiled against my skin.
"What?" I asked giggling.
"You smell really good." He slurred. He was a little drunk, but not too drunk.
"Thanks, I bathed." I said sarcastically. He laughed a little a kissed my lips.
"Lets go to bed." He said playing with my fingers. I nodded my head and snuggled up to him.
"Goodnight princess." He whispered.
"Goodnight babe." I said.
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
FanfictionI imagine i'm with Shawn and make a book out of it. ~completed~ If you want more, check out my 2 other Shawn Mendes imagine books ;) i also have more books involving this messy hair cutie. the cabin, remember, always been you, and wrong number, and...
