Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sleeping at Last

Requested by and dedicated to: shawnieboyimagine

You're POV 

It was a long day. A stressful day at that. Shawn and I were all over the city. Doing photo shoots, interviews, going to meetings, studio sessions, and small events.

We finally arrive back home and I unlock the door and go inside followed by Shawn.

"Oh I can hear the bed calling my name." I say as I hang up my coat on the hanger.

Shawn chuckles a little and rubs his eyes. I can tell he's just as exhausted as I am if not more.

"Come on." He says and wraps his arms around me, lifting me from the ground. I giggle a little and wrap my arms around him as he carries me to the room.

He gently sets me down on the bed and kisses my forehead.  I sit up in bed and reach over to my drawers next to me and grab some shorts and a t-shirt.

I quickly change and get under the covers. Shawn pulls off his shirt and jeans and gets into bed next to me. 

I sleep facing him and I drift off to sleep very quickly.

I have absolutely no clue how much time had passed when I rolled over expecting Shawn's warm body to be next to mine, but it wasn't.

Half asleep, I feel around for him, but he isn't there. It took a minuet for my mind to process that before I was fully awake.

I sit up and look around. I rub my eyes and yawn before slowly getting out of bed. 

I walk out of the room and into the dark hall. Finally I come to the living room and look around. At first I didn't see Shawn, but then as I was making my way to the kitchen, I saw him lying on the living room floor.

"Shawn?" I ask as I stand here and look at him confused. He turns his head over when he sees me before he sits up.

"What are you doing awake?" He asks me, still sitting on the floor.

"I noticed you weren't in bed anymore" I say with a small yawn. I walk over and sit next to him and really get a good look at his face. 

Something is wrong.

He looks away from me and I can tell he's thinking of what to say. Then I begin to wonder something.

"How long have you been out here?" I ask him. He looks over at me and shrugs.

"I don't know. A while." He says and I sigh. 

"Well how often do you come out here?" This time he doesn't looks at me. I place my hand on top of his and he looks down at them.

"A lot." He says and I nod my head.

"You don't get sleep do you?" I ask and he shakes his head no. "Why?" I ask and he sighs.

" I just don't feel comfortable and everything from the day is on my mind. I'm always thinking about the things I have to do the next day and how I'm going to keep up with all of it."

I look at his face and I can see the stress and exhaustion. 

"Come here." I say and sit on the couch and he comes over with me. I let him lie down with his head in my lap for a little while.

"I want you to know that you can tell me these things okay. It's not complaining and it won't bother me. I want to know these things okay?" I say and Shawn sits back up and looks at me.

"Yeah. I promise I'll talk to you." He says and I smile and nod my head.

I layed back and Shawn rested his head on my stomach with his arms wrapped around me. I softly played with his hair and stroked his back so he could be comfortable.

We used the couch throw blanket to cover us and suddenly I felt Shawn's body relax. 

His breathing became steady and soft. I thought he was asleep, and he was starting to fall asleep, but right before he did he looked up at me.

"Can we do this again tomorrow night?" He asks me and I smile and nod.

"Of course."