Rose [S.M]

Revelation

"Do you want some water?." I look at Shawn as he reaches forward to flush the toilet.

"Yes, please." He says with a raspy voice. I turn around and throw our toothbrushes out of the cup and fill it up with water.

"Drink up." Water is the best remedy against hangovers babes. Take my word for it.

"Thank you." I hand him the glass as he sits down on the toilet with his eyes closed.

"Are you going to die?." If so, I will start running. No way they are going to frame me for his death. <— jokes. Sort off...

"Yes. Probably..." Well dude, you brought this up on yourself.

I grab a washing cloth and hold it underneath the water for a couple of seconds. I grab his chin and carefully wipe with the cloth over his face, to freshen him up a little bit.
"Do you want to brush your teeth?."

"Please." He is lucky that I absolutely adore his annoying ass, otherwise I would have let him vent for himself and would he go to bed. So, he is lucky.

I fix his toothbrush and hand it to him. I watch him as he holds on to the wall with one hand while with his other hand he brushes his teeth. After a couple of minutes, he tries to stand up but immediately stumbles.

"For fuck sack Shawn..." It's not that I am mad at him or anything but the dude is tall and heavy. If he cannot hold himself up, how the hell am I supposed to do that then? I am a midget compared to him.

I wrap my arm around his waist as he spits the toothpaste into the sink. "All done?."

"Mmhm." He wrap his arm around my neck for some type of stability as we walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom. 

"Lay down."- I gently push him down on the bed. "You need to get out of your pants." He cannot sleep in his jeans, now can he?

I unbutton his jeans button and pull the zipper down. "Lift your ass Mendes." Mental note: Shawn is really cooperative when he is drunk. Good to know.

I pull his jeans off and his socks. Shawn always sleeps in his boxers so, no need to take those off. I don't think I will get any attention of him anyway, seeing the state he is in.

He crawls to his side of the bed and pull the duvet over himself. "Are you still nauseous?."

"No. I only have a headache."

"I will get you some painkillers." I always have a strip in my toiletries bag. I walk over to my bag and grab the painkillers and fill up the glass with water before I walk back to the bed.
"It's on the nightstand if you want it."

"Thank you for taking care of me. I didn't expected that you would wanted to help me after what happened earlier. I was an ass to you."

"Mmhm."- I hum in agreement. "But you are my annoying ass." I mumble and press a kiss against his forehead.

"I like the sound of that." He says in the most cute and vulnerable voice ever.

"Get some sleep."

"Where are you going? Are you leaving me?." He grab my wrist, preventing me from walking towards the bathroom.

"Relax. I just going to remove my makeup and put on some pjs."

"O okay." Why does he always think that I am leaving him? I will throw that into the conversation we have to have once he is sober again.