Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sick

{Y/N's POV}
I woke up to loud coughing coming from downstairs. I crept down the stairs as it got louder, leading me to Shawn's office. I knocked before entering to see Shawn hunched over his desk with a pen in his hand.

"Shawn, are you feeling alright?" I asked. He nodded quickly and coughed quietly.

"Shawn look at me," he shook his head so I walked over and spun his chair. "Baby..." his eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale, making the bags under his eyes stand out even more. I cupped his face in my hands as his eyes pooled with tears.

"Everything hurts, Y/N," he said with a raspy voice.

"You need sleep." I said and grabbed his hand.

"I need to finish this song, Andrew needs this finished for the album." He said.

"I'll talk to him, I'm sure you can get a couple of days off." I said. He shook his head and turned back to his desk.

"I can't afford to waste any time. I'm fine, Y/N." He said.

"You're not Fine," I said and crossed my arms.

"Just a little longer," he muttered.

"Fine. But I'm staying in here with you," I said and sat on the couch.

"It's 2am, you need to go to bed," i shrugged and stayed where I was.

"I'll go when you go," I smiled. He groaned and rolled his eyes before standing up.

"Alright, Fine. I'll call Andrew tomorrow," he gave in. I grinned and grabbed his hand, guiding him into our bedroom. He took off his shirt and changed into sweatpants. I reached beside me and handed him some medicine which he hesitantly took.

We both climbed into bed and Shawn sighed deeply.

"Hey, Y/N?" He asked. I hummed in response, signalling for him to continue. "I need to tell you something, but promise me you won't laugh." He said. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"I promise." He sighed again and closed his eyes briefly.

"Could you get me...Leo?" He asked quickly. My smile grew as his cheeks turned pink. "It's just- he always makes me feel better when I'm sick." He said embarrassingly.

"Of course, Shawn. No need to be embarrassed by that," I said and reached into the drawer and passed him to Shawn.

"I just didn't want you to think of me as less of a man." He said. I smirked and kissed the tip of his nose.

"I still think you're a man, Shawn. Now get some rest. I'll see you in the morning." I said.

"Goodnight. I love you," He whispered.

"I love you too." He squeezed my waist and brought Leo closer to his chest before his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted off to sleep.