Shawn mendes imagines

•11•Preasure

A/N Okay so this is just some cheesy idea that I'm came up with in my head and wrote at 2am so sorry if its shit

un-edited🍒(30/12/17)

Y/N POV

"I can't do this" Shawn groans from his office making you snap your head up from you phone,

"Babe what's up?" You call back,

No reply.

"Shawn?" You call again. Still nothing.

Deciding you'd had enough you push your self up from the soft white L shaped couch and begin walking down the hallway towards Shawn's office / home studio.

You push the door open slightly. Your heart breaking at the sight in front of you.

Shawn was sat at his desk, head in hands, his breathing was heaving and you could just about see a few tears rolling down his check, the setting sun making them glisten slightly.

"Shawn" you say softly approaching him and rubbing his back with your hand. "Baby's what's wrong?" You ask again,

He just shakes his head in response and slams his laptop shut, his phone flying across the room shortly after. You stand back in slight shock but run your hands over Shawn's shoulders after realizing his breathing had quickened slightly.

"Shawn baby, come on" you make your voice calm, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from his chair,

"Y/N I'm fine" he sighs desperately wiping at the tears falling from his eyes,

"No Shawn your obviously not fine, tell me what's up, please" you beg, guiding him through back to the living area,

"I just feel so pressured" I sit down on the couch, shawn following suit. I move my body so that I'm straddling his thighs and bring my hands up to cup his cheeks and wipe away at the remaining tears.

"What do you mean?"

"I just feel like no music I produce and write will be good enough, I'm working my but off on this 3rd album but nothing I do seems to be good enough for the fans. They want it now. Not later. Now. They're always telling me to release it and asking for new songs but they're not ready yet" he lets out a sigh before continuing, "every time I bump into a fan in the street all they ever ask is when the album is out. Half of them only care about my music. There's only a few of them that actually care about me and how I feel. I just don't know what to do. It's not like I can take a break or anything." When he finished he was tense, almost to tense, angry almost. You could see right through this boy; you could read him like a book, and you can tell the pressure from these fans is hurting him, emotionally and physically.

He was putting his heart and soul into this music, he would stay up until 4am every morning to write a song only to wake up again and 6 and start another one. Even over Christmas he was writing. He needs to give him self a break. But he's to scared to take one because of what the fans will think. He will assume they think he's week, assume they think he's not good enough. But he is good enough. He's more than good enough. But he won't allow him self to see that.

"Yes Shawn you can take a break, you've been working on this album since illuminate was released. You work your but off every day for this album and all your getting back from it at the moment is stress, stress and more stress. Not once have you came out of that office with a smile on your face and said that you'd written a good song. So take a week off. With me. We can stay here or go away somewhere I don't mind, what ever will help you relax. We could go and see your parents for a few days, or just stay here and lock the door to that bloody office. Maybe having a week off would help with the songs as well, you could get inspo from it. Just please Shawn, don't feel like you can't stop just because they want this album out now. I'm sure they'll understand if you stop for a bit." By now Shawn was less tense, his head was hung low but you could tell he was listening to every word your said, and maybe he was finally starting to realize.

"Okay" is all you get back from him but at least he isn't protesting about it.

"Feeling better now?" You bring up one of your hands and cup his jaw line so that he's looking at you, his sad eyes not so sad anymore. He nods as your other hand runs through his hair.

"Can we go sleep" he says as barely a whisper, his eyes closed as you continue playing with his hair.

You grab your phone and look at the time, "Shawn it's only 3pm"

"I don't care, I've had 8 hours sleep across 4 days"

"Fine, come on" you stand up off the couch and into your bedroom, Shawn following after you.

You grab one of Shawn's white t-shirts out of the closet along with a pair of grey pj shorts before changing into them and climbing into the bed with Shawn, who was already wearing a t-shirt and joggers so didn't bother changing.

You crawl up the bed and lay facing Shawn.

"Thank you" he chips in breaking the silence, his arm falling over your waist.

"Anything for you" you allow your head to fall into the crook of his neck, cuddling even closer to him, if that's possible.

And just as you had thought a few moments after, Shawn had fallen asleep, you staying up a little while to make sure he didn't wake up or anything. However the sound of Shawn's heart beat and his warmth was enough to send you to sleep before the clock hit 6.

And as you had hoped Shawn slept through until morning, and then didn't enter the office for a week, only to get his phone but that's it. The two of you spent the week visiting Shawn's friends and going on little dates in the city. You were just happy he finally got the time off that he needed, well time off that he deserved if your being honest.