Shawn Mendes Imagines

remedy

"babe i don't feel so good," i looked up to see shawn leaning against the doorframe. his rosy cheeks had turned pale and he looked exhausted.

"what's wrong?" i asked concerned as i sat down the book that i was reading.

"my throat is killing me and my head is pounding." he complained in a raspy voice. i noticed he didn't seem as energetic the past few days and he had felt a little warm too.

"come here," i said opening my arms. if shawn said he didn't feel good, he felt like the was dying. he was never one to complain especially when it came to being sick.

he walked over to me and laid down beside me. he wrapped his arm around my waist and laid his head down on my stomach. i placed my hand on his forehead, he was burning up.

i frowned and said, "we need to get you some medicine."

"no," he shook his head and held me closer, "i don't want you to get up." he mumbled.

"shawn, you have a fever. i'll go get some Tylenol to break it, i'll be right back." i said trying to get up, but he held me down.

"please just lay with me." he begged. shawn was always a little more needy when he was sick, but i didn't mind.

i sighed knowing he wasn't going to let me get him some medicine. "okay but we eventually need to get you something." i said as i ran my fingers through his messy hair.

"you could be my remedy." he said tilting his head back with a small smile.

i rolled my eyes and smiled, "you're so cheesy."

he shrugged, "but we both know you like it."

well i wasn't going to argue with that. shawn started rubbing circles on the exposed skin from where my shirt was slightly pulled up. his circles soon turned lazy, and then completely stopped. it wasn't too long after that, that he started to snore softly.

now i definitely couldn't move.

i thought this would be kinda cute