Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drunk Shawn

Your POV

"Y/NNNNNNN." Shawn slurred out as I  opened the door and helped him in the apartment.
"Yes Shawn?" I asked, dragging him up the small staircase and into the living room.
"You look so p..." Shawn paused and held his hand over his mouth.
"Are you going to be sick?" I frowned,"Please don't throw up on the floor."
"N...No I'm fineeeeee." He wined and flopped on our large sofa,"Y/N?"
"Mmm..." I sat beside him on the sofa and looked at him.
"Im hungryyy..." He wined like a small child.
"Shawn it's half past two in the morning and you just ate a huge burger less that half an hour ago, you don't need anymore food." I giggled slightly.
"But Y/NNNNNNN!" He had a small tantrum.
"Shawn!" I groaned in response.
"I'm bored." He pulled off his shoes and threw them across the floor.
"Don't throw your shoes Shawn." I picked them up and put them away,"Let's go to bed, come on!"
"But I'm not tireddd." He wined as I pulled him up off of the sofa.
"Come on." I helped him up the stairs.

We entered our shared room and I began to help him get changed. I began to unbutton his shirt and he giggled,"Are we gonna do it?!?"
"No Shawn." I laughed,"You're going to bed."
"I can get myself dressed. I don't need help!" He pulled away and attempted to get himself changed.
"Come here you idiot." I smiled and pulled him towards me.
I pulled on his Pj bottoms and his T-shirt.
"Come on then!" I smiled and pulled the blanket over so he could get in.
He climbed in and I covered him back up. I changed and climbed into bed.
"Come here." He grabbed me and pulled me beside him, rapping his arms around me.
"Goodnight Shawn." I kissed his nose and his faced crinkled slightly.
"I'm not tired." He groaned.
I sighed lightly and closed my eyes.
"Shawn." I whispered and got no reply.
I opened my eyes and saw that Shawn had fell asleep.