Shawn Mendes Imagines

179- Done

The sound of the door closing alerted my attention and made me quickly realise that Shawn had returned home from a day at the studio. "Baby, I'm home" he called, the same as every other day. "Babe, where are you?" He shouted again with a short laugh at the end.

I quickly wiped away the hot, tear trails from my face and continued to stir the pasta sauce. "In the kitchen" I replied.

"Hey, I missed you today." He mumbled into my neck as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed kisses onto my exposed skin. "What's cooking?"

"Pasta" I mumbled.

"Oh, um, it smells delicious" he nodded as he took a seat at the island and pulled out his phone, quickly typing away before placing it face down and turning back to me. "So, how was work?"

"Okay."

"Babe?"

"What?" I snapped.

"Nothing. I just- never mind." He shook his head and picked up his phone again and left the room as I continued to cook the pasta.

Realising I needed a bowl from the cupboard, I reached up onto the high shelf and nudged it closer to the edge in order to reach but failed as I knocked it too far and it was sent tumbling onto the ground and shattering.

"Fuck sake!" I groaned. I bent down and started to brush up the shattered ceramic with my hands and let out a small yell as a piece slice through hand. Shawn's footsteps were heard bouncing down the stairs and he soon returned slightly breathless in the doorway.

I clutched my wrist and stared at it as I watched the blood pour from my hand and mix with the salty tears that fell.

"Honey, what's- oh god!" He rushed to my side and took my hand in his. He grabbed a towel from the counter and wrapped my hand in it, which hardly helped with the amount of blood that was pouring from my hand.

"Shawn" I cried for him as I wrapped my arm around him. He kept his hand in mine and wrapped his spare arm around me. I needed his comfort and his warmth as I clutched him closer to me and cried into his shirt.

"What happened today? Why are you so sad?"

"They made me redundant" I cried.

"That's great, you hated it there. Didn't you?" He mumbled, slightly unsure of what to say.

"Yeah but, how can I live without a job?"

"Darling, you know I can meet every expense you need. I can pay for everything, you don't have to worry."

"But I don't want you to." I countered. "I don't want to rely on you more than I already do. I also don't expect you to waste your money on me-"

"I'm not wasting it if it makes you happy. That's all I want." His hand lifted my face to his. "Making you happy is the most important thing to me a-and if that means wasting my money, then that's what I'll do."

There was silence as my tears started to dry and I stayed in his embrace. My hand was still being held by his and his chin rested against my head as I laid on his chest. My hand throbbed, as the pale pink towel- now stained red, was bandaged around my hand.

"sweetheart, let's get you to ER." He said as he pulled away and took a peak at my hand. "I think you might need stitches."