Shawn Mendes Imagines

Problems solved

Pretend Shawn still lives in his parents house.

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•your pov•

I pull in and park my car in to oh-so familiar drive-way of the Mendes' home before hopping out and walking to the door.

I had come over in a bit of a rush because Aaliyah had called me saying that something was up.

I reach the door and knock twice before I'm greeted by 'liyah's effortlessly gorgeous face.

"Hey Y/n! You know you don't have to knock, right? I mean you practically live here." Aaliyah said opening the door a bit so I could escape the cold Canadian weather.

"Yeah I know but when you said something was up with Shawn I didn't know what that entailed, I was just praying that he hadn't decided to go nudist or something." I replied, jokingly.

[a/n; it's okay I question Myself too]

"Haha thank goodness he hasn't; and if he did I call the police and then you." She said continuing our joking conversation.

"Smart girl," I remarked, "so before I head up there, what is actually wrong with him? You know besides his many random obsessions."

"Well," Aaliyah laughed, " he's been in his room all day, he hasn't eaten much, that I've noticed, and he hasn't spoken to any of us either. So I figured that maybe the person he talks about non-stop, no offense, could get him to at least eat a full meal."

"Wait he hasn't eaten anything all day?" I question.

"The only thing I've seen him eat is a protein bar from the pantry; and you know him Y/n," she said glancing at the clock on her phone. "It's three o'clock, usually he'd have eaten like four meals by now."

"Yeah you're right that is weird. Okay, well I'm gonna go try and fix him." I said.

"Alrighty, let me know if you need anything although you know where everything is by now." Aaliyah said, walking towards the couch.

I quickly made my way up the stairs and into Shawn's room.

As soon as I had opened the door I could see what Aaliyah was talking about.

There was crumpled pieces of paper everywhere and his guitar was laying in the floor along with a couple guitar picks.

And there, in the mists of all the chaos sat Shawn, on his bed, with his laptop sitting in front of him as rubbing his temples with his forefingers.

"What the hell happened in here?" I asked questioning the abnormal messiness.

"Huh, oh I uh needed to find something and didn't have time to clean this up." Shawn obviously lied, not looking up from his computer once.

"Hey look at me." I said after taking a seat in front of him on the bed.

Shawn quickly glanced up at me for about five seconds before returning to what ever was on his computer.

"Okay that's it," I said before shutting his laptop and placing it on the ground.

"What? No, Y/n I have work to do." He said before he tried to reach for his computer. Luckily, I had placed it just out of his reach.

"No you've worked enough, you're gonna talk." I said, all of the sudden feeling very bossy out of concern for my boyfriend. "Shawn, how long did you sleep last night?"

" um I don't know maybe three, four hours?" Shawn said more like a question.

"And What have you eaten today?"

"jesus Y/n what's with all the questions? And for your information I ate a protein bar earlier." Shawn said, now getting defensive. Something he did when he was tired but didn't want to show it.

"Shawn! A protein bar is not near enough food to sustain you for a whole day! And three to four hours of sleep I definitely not enough for a teenage guy! Hell thats not enough sleep for anyone? What's up with you?" I questioned.

"Nothing's wring with me Y/n, I'm perfectly fine." Shawn shrugged.

"Shawn, babe, you aren't fine, Okay? Example A: your room is a mess which is something you never let happen, B: you haven't slept or eaten near enough, and C: you kinda look like you're about to loose your mind." I retorted

"Way to sugar coat it babe." Shawn said full of sarcasm.

"I'm just being honest Shawn. Okay I love you and I care about you and your mental well-being. Now what's up?" I said pushing some of his messy curls from his forehead.

Shawn sighed, "it's this third album. I'm keep busting me ass trying to make sure it one-hundred percent perfect and that the fans will like it."

"Aw baby, you know your fans will love it no matter what. Wanna know why? It's not because you put in a countless amount of hours working on it. Shawn they will love it because it came from you." I said gently poking his toned chest "trust me they love you just as much as I do and they wouldn't want you sacrificing your sanity for them."

"I guess you're right," Shawn sighed, "I'm sorry."

"There's not need to be sorry baby, just don't let it happen again, okay?"

"I'll try and besides that's what I've got you for." Shawn grinned.

"Of course, you will always have me." I said before placing a quick kiss on his lips, which he happily returned.

"Now c'mon, put on a hoodie and fix this mess," I said running my hand through his disheveled, curly mess of hair, "I'm taking you to go and get some food."

"Can we go to Tim's?" Shawn questioned, his eyes lighting up at the idea of his favourite junk food.

"Where else would we go?" I asked jokingly, "Now hurry up or we're not getting timbits."

After that Shawn was ready in probably record time.

Once we picked up our food we made our way back to his room where we goofed off by enjoying our food and taking dumb buzzfeed quizzes.

Once we got bored with that I figured that Shawn should probably try and sleep a bit so I put on some Netflix before cuddling up to my warm, cozy boy.  All previous problems solved.

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This was cuter in my head.

Anyways hope you guys enjoyed!

Until next time,

Han.

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