Shawn Mendes Imagines

Realiza

You had been fighting a cold for the past week and it just didn't seem like it was going to get any better. Getting your period on top of that was just Mother Nature's way of screwing with you. But today was the worst day of them all, you felt like you were either going to puke or faint at work  so you called it a half day at work and came home to rest. You were tucked into your bed trying to get some sleep but you let out a groan feeling a sharp shooting pain in the midst of your stomach clutching your hands against it. You got off the bed feeling a little light headed as you went into the kitchen to grab some more Midol, painkillers or anything that could help you out at this point. Your body ached as you took slow steps basically dragging your sore body to the kitchen. You opened the cabinet that held all the medication, rummaging through the basket the medicine was in finally finding what you were looking for.

You grabbed a glass of water placing it on the counter.  While struggling to open the bottle of pills you heard the front door of the condo open, slamming shut a few seconds later. A fuming Shawn walked into the condo looking around for you. "[Y/N]?!" Shawn yelled out in an irritated tone. "Kitchen.." you weekly responded finally getting the stubborn bottle to open. He walked not noticing the horrible state that you were in. "Where the hell have you been?" he asked you in an annoyed tone. "I thought we were supposed to have a date night. I went to the restaurant after the studio and you weren't there. I waited for an hour for you! You didn't answer any of my calls or  text messages!" he said explaining the reason behind his anger. You didn't even realize that today was date night, it had completely slipped your mind and you had forgotten to let Shawn know about the state that you were in.

"I looked like an idiot sitting at an restaurant for an hour by myself while I'm pretty sure some fans took pictures figuring out that I had been ditched by my girlfriend!" he  said raising his voice. You winced at his loud voice, it was not helping the headache you had. "I'm sorry Shawn. But can please not do this right now?" you said still holding the pills in in your shaky hand. "Are you kidding me?" he said looking at you shocked. "If I had done something like that you would never let me live it down!" he said. You let out a sigh trying to calm your angry boyfriend down.

  "Baby, I know I'm at fault. I forgot I'm sorry" you said trying to apologize but he would not hear it. "You could have at least texted or something, but no you just decided not to show up and keep me waiting there like an idiot" he said as he rubbed his face with his hand thinking back to the restaurant and how people were looking at him in a judging eyes. "Shawn...please" you said in a week voice feeling your vision blur. "I can't do this right now, I really don't feel good" you said barely getting the words out.

Shawn rolled his eyes not noticing you clutch the bottle of pills in your hand as you held on to the edge of the island with the other trying to keep your aching legs standing. "It's just a cold [Y/N] get ove-" before Shawn could finish his sentence he saw your body crash down into the kitchen floor the bottle of pills in your hand scattering everywhere. It took a few seconds for Shawn to wrap his head around what happened watching your body lying on the cold kitchen floor. "[Y/N]!] He said with a breathless tone rushing over to your body. He grabbed on the back of your head calling out your name trying to get your to open your eyes. He felt his heart rate pick up looking at your pale face. He cursed himself out for blowing up on your like that not realizing the state that you were in.

"Baby please wake up.." he said running his thumb over your cheeks gently. Your skin felt warm to the touch. "Shit" he said feeling your forehead and realizing that you were burning up with a fever. He panicked not knowing what to do.  He picked up your lifeless body off the floor, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. He gently placed you on to the bed running into the bathroom to get a wet cloth to place on your forehead. His heart was beating like crazy while he rummaged through the bathroom drawers looking for a cloth. The image of your body dropping onto the kitchen floor was playing in his head over and over again, making him feel like the worst boyfriend ever for yelling at you over something so stupid..