This imagine was inspired by the song "be alright" by Dean Lewis and I highly recommend to listen to it because it is absolutely beautiful!
Shawn's point of view:
I sat on the big sofa in our living room, waiting for my girlfriend to come home. It was already 3 in the morning and I had a bad feeling about her being out so long. I didn't want to sound like a controlling, overprotective boyfriend but I couldn't help but feel worried about her.
After another half an hour I heard footsteps on the other side of the door and a few drunk giggles. I heard the jingle of a key and a few moments later the door finally opened and a drunk girl stumbled into the dark apartment.
"Y/n, you're home." I stayed in my seat on the sofa and watched her. She rolled her eyes and clumsily took off her shoes by the door. Something was off but I didn't ask, knowing she couldn't think straight when she's drunk.
I slowly raised from my sitting position and made my way over to her.
"I'm gonna head to bed, are you coming?" she just shook her head, not meeting my eyes.
"Do you need help getting changed?" she shook her head again and I nodded understanding. She clearly didn't want my company right now but I didn't know why. I decided to just let her be and stepped closer, kissing her forehead.
"Good night honey. Sleep well!" she smelled like cigarettes and I frowned. Y/n never smokes because she hates the smell of cigarettes.
"Did you smoke?" I asked.
"I-I uhh, they, my friends smoked." she stuttered but before I could say anything she mumbled a quick 'good night' and ran off into the bathroom, leaving me standing there.
I knew she was lying but it was late and I was tired so I decided to head to bed and talk to her about it tomorrow. She never came to bed that night and after a while I fell asleep alone in the big bed.
I woke up in a still empty bed in the morning and groaned as I rolled over to look at the time. It was already 11 am and it was time for me to get up.
I quickly threw on a hoodie and walked out into the kitchen and living room area. I spotted my girlfriend sitting on the sofa, her head in her hands and a glass of water on the coffee table in front of her. She probably had the worst headache after last night.
"Morning babe!" I said softly and started making myself a cup of tea. She jumped at the sound of my voice and sniffled before turning around.
"Morning." her voice was quiet and sore after the rough night.
"How are you feeling?" I was trying to not make her headache even worse. Something in her eyes changed and she sighed.
"We need to talk!" oh shit!
"Okay." I grabbed my tea and sat down next to her. I stared at the ground and waited for her to talk.
"I haven't been honest with you."
"What?" I looked up into her sad and teary eyes.
"What do you mean?" she closed her eyes and turned away from me, fumbling with her fingers. I knew she was hiding something and I started to get worried.
"You can tell me!" I reached for her hand to squeeze it lightly, trying to comfort her but she pulled away again, making my forehead crinkle in confusion.
"I've made a mistake." she croaked, her voice breaking at the end.
"A dumb mistake." her body started trembling and my heart dropped.
