Shawn Mendes Imagines

Stressed

Let's just take a minute to appreciate Shawn's arms here. Like gahhhhhhh!
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// your pov //

I'm sitting here in my office doing my usual, everyday work on my computer just waiting for the clock to turn 5:00 so that I can go home.

As I'm sitting here finishing up an email to one of my supervisors I am distracted by a text from Shawn.

Favourite Canadian🤘🏽💕: Hey baby, when are you gonna be home? I miss youuuu 😘

Y/n: hey muffin, i miss you too. I can leave work at 5:00 , so I'll be there around 5:15. Why do you ask?

Favourite Canadian🤘🏽💕: I've had a shit day and I just need my princess, cause like I said before; I miss youuu.

Y/n: aww I'm sorry baby. I promise Ill be out of here as soon as I can. I miss you too 😘

Favourite Canadian🤘🏽💕: okay, hurry please! I'll leave you alone so you can get here faster. I love you! ❤️

Y/n: okay, I'll see you soon. I love you too 😘

As soon as I finished my conversation with Shawn I go back to typing my email, hoping to pass the time.

After what felt like three million years of waiting, my clock finally reaches 5:00 signaling that I may leave.

Once I finally pulled into the driveway of Shawn and I's home, I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and practically jumped out of the car. After I had reached the door and fumbled with my keys for a second, I flung the door open in desperate need to see my boyfriend.

"Baby, I'm home." I called throughout our house, only to be answered with silence. It puzzled me that he didn't respond since he's usually waiting by the door like a puppy, and also that his jeep was in the driveway.

I walked up the stairs frantically searching for Shawn when I heard a muffled noise that sounded almost like sobbing coming from our bedroom.

Very carefully I pushed open the door to our room only to be greeted with a sight that broke my heart in two.

Shawn was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, his body shaking with sobs, and tear-stained cheeks all red and blotchy from crying.

"Oh my goodness, Shawn. Baby what's wrong!" I exclaimed, throwing my purse and keys in the floor, crouching in front of my devastated baby boy.

"It's too much, Y/n. T-the stress of arranging this tour, releasing m-my new song, the fans, Andrew, a-and trying not to neglect you...I don't know how much longer I can take this." He rambled, his sobs causing his words to break.

"Ohh baby," I cooed," why didn't you tell me. I could've helped." I said taking my place next to him on our bed, rubbing my hands up and down his biceps and along his shoulders.

"I know, I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't want to bother you with my stupid problems." He sighed.

"Shawn, if something's bothering you, you shouldn't be ashamed to tell me, okay? Because if it's making you unhappy it not stupid, it just needs to be dealt with, and you know I'm more than happy to help you deal with anything. You do know that, right?"