Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sick Shawn - Part 2

Imagine:
I quietly leave his room and start making tea.

"Any luck?"

I turn my head around and see Karen. "Not yet, but I'm going at it little by little.

She nods her head. "Alright. Good on you if you can get him to have the flu stuff."

I walk upstairs and gently place the mug down on the table. "Shawn?" I call out.

He groans and turns over to face me.

"Are you awake Shawnie?"

His eyes open slightly before shutting again. I stroke his hair softly. "I've brought some lemon tea for you. It might soothe the cough a little."

I help him sit up and support him as he drinks the tea. He splutters a little so I wipe his mouth clean.

"This tastes like the medicine."

"It's your taste-buds playing up. Drink up."

He gives me a long look before finishing his drink. "I know you put something in there, but I'll forgive you."

I smirk at him. "Why? Because I'm your girlfriend?"

He pulls me onto him and his skin is warm to the touch. His lips curl into a smile. "That's partly the reason..."

"Woah, you're gonna pass the flu to me if you're not careful."

His face is very close to mine and I can feel his temperature radiating off his skin. "Well, that's the plan."

He leans in for a kiss but I turn my head away. "Not today," I say firmly.

He groans. "Then I'm not having the other medicine," he huffs.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "So you're going to take it now?"

"Not anymore."

"Hunny, I don't think you were going to take it in the first place."

"Well, I was... I might if you give me a kiss."

I shake my head. "Nuh-uh. Instead..." I grab Leo and hide him behind me. "I'll give you Leo back after the tablet."

"No, now!" He screams.

I roll my eyes and chuck it on the floor. Shawn gets up to get him but I stop him. "No."

He pulls the covers over his head and turns away from me as he sulks. I leave him and take his mug downstairs. When I return, Leo is no longer on the floor but beside Shawn as its mane peeks through the covers.

"Shawn! Medicine now, or both Leo and I leave."

His head lifts up, his hair tousled and sticking to his forehead. "Fine."

I stick my tongue out at him. "Fine."

I climb on the bed and reach for Leo but Shawn rolls over and pins me underneath him.

"Shawn," I breathe. "Y-You're too heavy... I-It hurts..."

"I'm sorry!" He immediately lifts his weight off me and lies beside me instead, staring into my eyes. I feel his warm hand stroke the side of my face, playing with the hair around my temple. "You know, just 'cause you're my girlfriend doesn't mean I have to do everything you say-"

"You still need to take it," I tease him.

He rolls ontop of me, but keeps his weight light on me. "No I don't."

"Get off me Shawn, you're ill. No time for games-"

He lowers his face, his breathing tickling my face as I turn away.

He kisses my jaw softly. "Maybe I do want to get better quickly, so I can-"

"Do nothing. Stop messing around Mendes, I mean it."

He rolls away and takes Leo in his arms. "Yes Shannon," he mumbles.

I grab the tablet from his bedside table and pass it to Shawn with a glass of warm water and he squirms around.

"Come on, take your medicine and I'll cuddle with you, even if I get sick."

He sighs and shuffles forward. He gulps the tablet down with water and wipes his mouth clean.

"See? That was easy. You didn't have to give Karen and Aaliyah a hard time."

"But they were making my headache worse."

"Oh shush, you were giving us all a headache... speaking of which..." I feel my forehead with a hand and notice it's slightly warm as it starts to hurt a little.

I see Shawn's face smirk. "Well, looks like you're ill with me."

I shake my head, no it can't be. I sneeze and start to cough. I glare at him. "Thanks Shawn, thanks a lot."

I crawl into bed beside Shawn and take my shirt off so I'm just in my bra and shorts.

I catch him staring at me and smack his arm. "Snap out of it Shawn, not now."

His arms slide around my waist, his skin hot against mine. "Maybe after we both get better," he whispers in my ear.

He turns me around to face him and pulls me close to his body. His chest burns underneath my hand as I place a hand there.

"We're probably making it worse if we're sticking together," I mumble.

He laughs. "Doesn't matter, we're both ill now."

He plants a kiss on my head as I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck.