Shawn Mendes Imagines

142- Hair Dry

I removed the towel which was wrapped around my head and brushed my hair through whilst Shawn sat on his bed watching the Toronto Maple Leafs and Ottawa Senators game. He was typing away on his phone and I looked in the mirror at my wringing wet hair.

I let out a groan and Shawn's head snapped upwards looking over to where I was sat in front of the mirror.

"What wrong, boo?" He asked jokingly.

"I can't be bothered drying my hair" I whined again.

"Come here, bring your hairdryer and the brush and I'll do it for you." He smiled and I glanced over at him. He nodded. "Come on, the quicker I dry your hair the quicker we can cuddle and watch the game."

I jumped to my feet and picked up my hairdryer and brush. I plugged it into the wall and sat in between his legs on the floor. He ran the brush through my hair before drying it slightly with the towel. He then turned the hairdryer on and started to blow my hair whilst brushing it through. I could see him through the mirror switching his eyes between the game and looking what he was doing to my hair.

In a matter of minutes my hair was dry and pulled neatly up into a ponytail. I smiled and loosened the bobble before unplugging the hairdryer and putting it back into the drawer. I then clambered back onto the bed next to Shawn. He wrapped his arms around me and I cuddled closer to him. He pressed a kiss to my head and sniffed my hair.

"Your hair smells good, baby" he complimented. I smiled and pressed a kiss onto his chest.

"Thank you."