Shawn Mendes Imagines

I'm Glad You're Okay

Requested by and dedicated to: Muffinofshawn18 

Your POV

I make my way to the oven and take a fresh batch of muffins out and set them on the counter.

I don't eat muffins all the time, mainly because Shawn always comes and eats them all before I can get any, but I was in the mood for some.

I put them all on a plate and cover it with foil after removing mine. I sit at the kitchen counter and eat my muffin as I scroll through Instagram.

A few minuets later Aaliyah's contact picture pops up on my phone and it starts ringing.

I accept the call and hold the phone to my ear. 

"Hey what's up?" I ask with some muffin in my mouth.

"Y/n it Shawn. He got hurt. He's here at the house and he told me to call you." Before she can finish her sentence, I'm already on my feet and slipping on my shoes.

"How did he get hurt?" I ask her. I look at the plate of muffins sitting on the counter and I figured he'd want some to feel better so I grab the plate and head out to my car.

"Well he was out side in the street. He said he was going to hang out with the guys and-" 

"Oh God." I say not meaning to cut her off. "I'm on my way." I say as I get in my car.

"Okay. See you in a bit." She says and we hang up the phone. 

I drive to the Mendes' house hoping that Shawn is okay. Why didn't they take him to the hospital? 

Is it so bad they couldn't get him there?

Immediately my mind goes to the worst. In what felt like only seconds, I was in the drive of Shawn's house and getting out of my car with the plate in my hands.

I practically ran to the front door and started knocking repeatedly. Finally Aaliyah answered.

"Where is he?" I ask as she lets me in.

"The living room, but I don't think-" She didn't finish her sentence because I was already making my way to Shawn.

When I get to the living room I see Shawn lying there on the couch. Propped up on pillows, arms resting behind his head, his foot his propped up on some pillows as well, and he's watching cartoons.

"Hey babe!" Shawn says with a smile.

I look at him and I don't know how to really feel right now.

"What the fuck Shawn?" I say.

"Language." Aaliyah says as she leaves the living room.

"What's wrong?" He asks and sits up a little.

"I thought you were hurt is what's wrong." 

"I am hurt." He motions to his wrapped up foot.

"No I thought you were seriously hurt." I say, my voice sounding a little softer at this point.

"Y/n come here." He says and I walk over. I set the plate down on the coffee table and then sit down in front of him on the couch.

He wraps his arms around me from the side and rests his head on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I'm fine okay?" He says and plants a soft kiss on my neck. "Thank you for coming." He says and I look at him and try not to smile, but I can't help it.

I turn and look at his foot that's propped up. 

"What happened?" I ask and look back at Shawn. He looks at his foot and laughs a little.

"I was trying to stunt on my longboard with the guys. It's just sprained." He says and I sigh and rolls my eyes.

"You and that damn long board." I say and we both laugh.

It gets quiet for a moment because we both start watching the tv. Then Shawn speaks up again.

"So uh...are those muffins?" He asks me looking at the plate.

I smile and reach forward for the plate. I peel back the foil without tearing it and grab a muffin off for Shawn.

I hand it to him and he kisses my cheek quickly before peeling the paper off the muffin and devouring it.

We sit in a comfortable silence four muffins later. My head resting on Shawns chest and I feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths in and out.

I look up at him and smile. 

"What? Do I muffin on my face?" He asks me and I laugh a little.

"No." I say and shake my head.

"What is it then?" He asks me and I shrug.

"I just really love you and I'm glad you're okay." I say.

He pulls me up closer to him and presses his lips to mine with a sweet kiss.