Shawn Mendes Imagines

Jealous || Angst + Fluff

overview: You are drunk and needy and Shawn is just annoyed and jealous

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          You could not give a single care in the world even if you wanted to— your head felt light, your speech was slurred and your conscience was nowhere in sight; probably sleeping you thought. A giggle erupted from your throat, "Goodnight conscience," you whispered to your inner voice.

To someone else who was sober— you might have looked insane, whispering sweet dreams to no one in particular but to thin air and that someone who was eyeing you that way was your boyfriend, Shawn.

He did not question the state you were in though, knowing already how you act like as you had been drunk around Shawn before. You were a giggler he had found out when you got drunk at his twentieth birthday bash. You could laugh at everything and nothing exactly. Shawn also had noticed that your mood would change drastically fast, so he would always have to be careful when talking with you, having to choose his words wisely. You were obviously also quite a talker, but also not a talker at the same time. You were a complicated one when drunk that is for sure.

The streets ahead of you two were empty, well considering it was four am., only the streetlights illuminating the road as your eyes were absentmindedly staring around you, your mood uplifting. Shawn— completely different, his being bothered and annoyed. His knuckles were painted white from the tight grip he had on the steering wheel and his jaw was tense. You did not notice his demeanor though, too preoccupied at the fallen dew drops stuck on the window like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

The car ride was quiet, not much talking going on between the two of you, but you could have cared less. It was not long before you both were in the driveway to your shared condo, Shawn immediately killing the switch and gathering his things, stepping out of the vehicle. It did not go unnoticed with you that Shawn did not bother to round around his jeep to go to your side and help you out— sadness quickly overwhelming your body as you watched his figure in the night go up to the house. You had took off your seatbelt and pushed the car door open to be greeted with small raindrops caressing the skin where your dress failed to cover.

You soon smiled, mood changing to one of happiness, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair and you tilted your head back and spread your arms wide. You felt like you were in a film and another giggle escaped your lips at the thought.

"(y/n) get inside, you will catch a cold." Shawn's voice was rough and stern, standing afar to where the entrance to your house was, hands in pockets. You caught his gaze, his almost like a parent scolding their child after being caught with a cookie in the middle of the night when they were suppose to be sleeping— type-of-face and you hated it. You felt defeated, pouting a bit, feeling ashamed, but not objecting as you slowly made your way towards him.

He let you enter the warm house first, wanting to make sure the door was shut and locked for tonight. You slipped off your heels, quickly bringing a hand to your aching feet and rubbing on your soles. "My feet hurt Shawn," you whimpered, just as Shawn set the last lock.

"Well that's just too bad." He said, face showing no emotion as he spun around his heel and walked to your shared bedroom. You followed, not thinking too much of the little outburst, gripping onto the walls for some support because of a growing headache forming and saw that he went into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door before you could follow.