Shawn Mendes Imagines

breaking point

breaking point
You and Shawn were getting ready for dinner. You guys chatted about your first days back to school and work after the weekend. (That didn't really feel like the weekend because of all your school work). However it was really just Shawn filling the comfortable silence. All day has been pretty rough, it was exam season at your university and it was not being kind to you. You were crazy stressed to say the least, your professors have taught you nothing all year so you have been cramming a years worth of material into a few days. On top of that you had loads of homework and final reports. Thank god Shawn convinced you to quit your day job, you can't even imagine having to handle that along with everything else. Shawn occasionally asked if you were alright, but every time he asked, you shrugged it off or pretended not to hear him. Throughout dinner you were pretty spacey, Shawn was telling you about something that happened in the studio? or the gym? with geoff? or brian? to be honest your brain was too busy overwhelming itself. You were nodding and smiling to seem like you were engaged in what he was saying. The thoughts in your head began to get a little to loud for you to handle, your thoughts trying to push themselves out as tears, you took a sip of water to hold them back. As you put down the glass, it rested unevenly on a napkin, and tipped, the water spilling everywhere, your tears following-almost on cue. You hit your breaking point.
   Before Shawn realized you were crying, he was chuckling at your silly mistake. When he caught a glimpse of you frantically cleaning up, with tears streaming down your face, his smile fell into concern.
"whoa hey, Y/N its just water, its okay"
You stopped and looked up at him, his eyes, full of worry, stared into yours. You dropped your napkin, curled up in your chair, bringing your knees to your chest, as you continued to sob, shoving your face in your hands. You were too busy trying to shut out the world to notice Shawn make his way over to you. He rested his hand on your arm, squatting down to your level, rubbing your forearm with his thumb.
"hey hey hey, whats up"he says softly, his voice laced with calm concern.
"lets go over to the couch and figure this out"
He lightly pulls on your arm trying to guide you and over to the couch. You get up, your brain feeling completely disconnected from your body, you felt yourself following him as he led you to the couch. You sit down and sprawl your legs out. He gently lifts up your legs and sits under them, almost pulling you on his lap. You both stay in this position for about an hour. You continue to cry as shawn runs his hand up and down your leg, saying little things to try and calm you. Eventually your hyperventilating subsides, and it took a lot out of you. From late nights due to all your work and all the energy you just let out, you're pretty exhausted and shawn could see it.
"darling you're exhausted, take a nap and we'll work on this later"
"I can't shawn, i have laundry, work, and we still have to clean up"
"don't worry about any of that, i got it covered"
"you have work to do too shawn"
"okay one, that's not important right now and two that's not for you to worry about. just rest a bit for now"
You had no energy to argue, with that shawn gave you a small kiss and you were asleep.
About 30 minutes later you woke up to find a blanket draped over you, you heard a few dishes clanking in the kitchen. You looked at the table, expecting to find it how you left it, but to your sweet surprise, the food was gone and it was wiped clean. Shawn then walked into the room. "oh you're up!" he said cheerfully he smiled upon seeing you. He quickly hopped up the stairs and you heard his footsteps go into your room. You hear the water turn on and a few drawers slamming, soon he pops back down the stairs. You are feeling much better and almost back to normal. "okay so I have a bath running for you so just chill in there for a little and get the last bit of 'funk' out of your system" You thank him, smiling genuinely, for the first time all day, and heading up stairs. When you walk in your room you see a pair of sweatpants and your favorite hoodie of shawn's waiting for you, you smiled to yourself, Shawn did the laundry too.
You get out, slide into your comfy, shawn picked clothes and tied your hair up- you were ready to take on a little homework. You walk out of the bathroom, conjoined with your bedroom, to see Shawn scrolling through his phone resting his arms on his guitar. He smiled.
"okay follow me" Shawn gets up and heads out of the room.
"Seriously shawn i'm good, i have to start work now"
"alright Y/N chill just wait" he says laughing
You follow him into the kitchen, at the table he has your computer set up and logged in, with all your stuff organized in a pile next to it.
"your lounge awaits you madam" shawn says pointing and bowing towards the table.
You smile at him, "you are too much Mendes"
You sit down and shawn plops down next to you, you begin typing and really get on a roll as Shawn was on his phone and scribbling done some new lyrics or something. Soon you could feel Shawn's energy slow and the humming become less frequent. You turn to him, "Shawn, love, you can go to bed, I got this under control now, thanks so much for your help".
Slowly and sleepily shawn fights back "nope, as long as your up, i'm up" You sigh not bothering with you sleepy, stubborn boyfriend. As the hours went by you continued to type, Shawn slowly slouched more and more until
he was out like a light. His pen lay limply in his hand as he rested against the countertop. Finally you were getting things done.