Shawn Mendes one shots

Headspace

From y/n: Shits going down again...

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It's 'I'm in my room crying again' kinda bad...

From Shawn: Just hang on, I'm coming to get you

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We were sitting on Shawn's couch watching some fandom movie, neither of us really paid any attention to. I'd calmed down by now, but I still felt rather shitty and Shawn knew that.

He could feel it, like he always felt it.

He calmed the storm inside me, made the waves quiet down. When my mindset wasn't right, he gave me headspace.

I had my back towards Shawn's chest, feeling his heart's hard pounds every other second. Throughout the entire movie, he had been rubbing my arms with his fingertips, stroking my shoulders with his nose, had his arms around me.

Shawn always did that, whenever I felt crappy. It drove me crazy; his touch literally drove me crazy.

I know, he was just being a supporting friend after this heated fight with my mother, so maybe I was reading too much into this but I just couldn't help but wonder, did he feel it too? That electrifying spark rushing through my veins.

Did he feel the heat in his cheeks and the butterflies in his stomach or was it all just in my imagination?

When the movie was over, Shawn turned off the TV without removing his hand from my arm.

"Are you tired? You look tired?" Shawn noticed worried, gazing over at me.

His eyes were familiar, loving. They made me feel safe, like I actually belonged somewhere. Honestly, it scared me. But it felt nice, to feel like you belong somewhere, to someone.

I didn't even have enough strength to speak, so I just nodded at him. Shawn reached for my hand and we went down to his room.

He'd put one of his white t-shirts out for me on his bed, so I took a quick shower and before I got changed.

Shawn knew I always felt like a steaming hot shower was the cure to everything, just like a cup of tea was to him.

I closed my eyes, feeling the water burning on my naked skin. A knock sounded on the door, before it shortly after was being opened carefully.

"Are you still okay? You've been long now" Shawn spoke, his tone was strained.

"I'm fine. I'll be done in a second" I yelled back.

When I walked into his room again, Shawn was taking his clothes off before dropping down in the bed.

"Are you sure your parents don't mind?" I asked, biting my lip.

"I talked to mom, told her about the fight with your mother... she said you were always welcome to crash" Shawn assured me.

I don't think Shawn talked much about my family to either of his parents, but I'm sure Karen knew, my home wasn't as loving as the one Shawn had grown up in.

"Come to bed" Shawn said, padding the empty space next to him. "You need some rest, you look so drained"

Shawn's words honestly made my heart melt. It was nice for a change; to have someone worrying about your well-being. And he always did, he always worried about me. Even when I didn't deserve it.

I laid down next to him, facing his sleepy gaze. Honestly, I could just stare at him forever. Especially when he was sleepy, it made him appear less perfect.