Imagines of Shawmila [COMPLETED, REEDITING]

6| Late Night Stories and Confessions

Shawn Mendes was tired and exhausted from his show that just ended a moment ago in Miami and was about to be switched off like a light.

Camila, his best friend who watched him perform, went backstage to meet him as planned when she saw him on an uncomfortable couch, his left arm on his eyes, out like a light. She got worried to her boy best friend and went to get a spare of blanket.

As she was about to, she heard his voice calling out to her, "Mila..."

She turned her head to face him and answered in her soft tone, "Yeah?"

He opened his eyes a little bit, eye bags were seen from constant traveling and tiring shows under his eyes, which was a bit bloodshot from the lack of sleep. He exhaustedly replied, "Please... stay..."

She nodded and went to seat beside him, not wanting to lay down without his consent. She felt her sweater being tugged, a signal where she can lay down beside him.

She hesitated for a moment, wanting to be sure but she sighed in relief when he gave her a weak smile and went to lay down.

She laid down on her side, her back facing him as she trying to debate either to cuddle with her best friend or not and remain in her position until she felt an arm, snaking around her waist and signaled her to turn to face him. She did and was introduced with his tired face, his lips curved into a smile.

She snuggled on his chest and kept her head there, smelling sweat and musk on it. This smell is what she enjoys everytime they hug.

"Have I told a story?" Shawn asked exhaustedly as she shook her head.

"No, why?"

"Well then, let me tell one," said the Canadian. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, petite girl named Karla. Sh-"

"I told you not to call me Karla!" She exclaimed, playfully slapping his chest.

"Let me finish. She attended a concert of her best friend named Peter. Even when she is so tired because of her hectic schedules, she still never disappoint her best friend." He continued, "After that, Peter went backstage, looking like a person who didn't sleep for a hundred years. But still, he decided to meet her best friend."

"And then..?" The Cuban-Mexican raised an eyebrow.

"He can't just wait to sleep so he decided to lay down on a couch, as Karla went in, concern plastered on her face. He was so tired but still feel her presence so he called out his name."

Camila hummed, letting him to continue.

Shawn continues, "She answered in her oh so sweet voice as he motions Karla to lay down beside him, knowing his best friend is also tired from the drama and such. She hesitated at first but then laid down finally beside him."

"And then?"

"He motioned again to Karla for her to cuddle him. Long story short, he told a story and you know how did he end it?"

"What?" Camila asked.

"I love you."

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i'm so sorry for not updating for so long. projects and exams are killing me (as i am a graduating student) please just wait as you can as it is difficult to handle too much problems.

guess I have to update soon, again.