Shawn Mendes Imagines

Stressed

I feel like I haven't slept in days, which in reality, is almost accurate. I have this huge exam in math tomorrow that I have been studying for since the weekend. My grade depended on how I did on this exam. I probably would be doing better in the class if I wasn't so distracted by Shawn, my boyfriend, all the time.

Just as I was getting to the last unit I had to study tonight, I heard a soft knock on my door. I groaned loudly before getting up to open the door. There stood Shawn, looking very cute if I must say. I managed a small smile and opened the door wider for him to come in. I think he could tell that I was stressed because of the papers throw around my room, the circles under my eyes, and my hair that was crazy from me running my hands through it so many times.

"Y/n, are you okay, baby?" He asked, concerned.

"Yah, I guess. I have this exam in math tomorrow and I'm so tired, but I can't stop", I explained.

"Maybe I can help," Shawn offered. He walked over to my binder on my desk to get a better look at what I was studying. "This looks hard. Can't you just take a little break? Maybe spend some time with me?", he begged.

"I wish I could, baby. But I've got to keep studying. My grade depends on this exam. If I pass this, I pass the class. If I fail, I fail the class," I try to hint to him that I need to stay focused.

"Maybe you should have actually done your homework, so you would be in better shape for this class," he jokes. Only, I didn't find it very funny. I could have, and would have, payed more attention to math if it hadn't been for Shawn always distracting me.

"Actually, you're the reason why I have so much stress right now. If you hadn't spent all your time at my house, trying to get me to 'take breaks' every 2 seconds, then maybe I would be doing better. And look at you right now. The night before the test, and you're distracting me again. You think you're helping, but in reality, you're doing quite the opposite," I snapped. My hands were being thrown around with all the annoyance I had. I really needed to get back to studying so I could go to bed before midnight for once.

Shawn's eyebrows furrowed and he stepped towards the door. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't realized what I was doing. I guess I'll go now and leave you alone. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow after your test, unless I'd still be distracting you. Bye, I guess", he said, with a defeated tone. He walked out my bedroom door, leaving me feeling very guilty.

I shouldn't have snapped like that. I wish I had asked him kindly to let me focus, or have him help me study, but instead I let my stress speak for me. I finished my studying as fast as I could before getting ready for bed. Before I fell asleep, I texted Shawn.

Me: I'm so sorry, Shawn. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I was so stressed out about this exam and I hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately. I promise that tomorrow, I'll be like my old self again. Please don't be mad, I didn't mean to get angry. I'll see you tomorrow and I love you. Sorry again.

Mendes: it's okay, baby. No need to apologize. I should have let you have your time to study. I know how stressed you were and I should have helped more. Good luck on your exam and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you

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a/n: I hope you like this! Comment what type of imagine I should make next!