Shawn Mendes Imagines

Can't sleep

Y/N's POV

I look at the clock for what seems to be the millionth time. It's past midnight, and it's been over two hours since I started trying to fall asleep.

I have a busy day tomorrow so I thought I'd go to sleep early but a crappy and frustrating day turned into a crappy and frustrating night. Even worse, if I don't get enough sleep tonight I'll be grumpy tomorrow too.

Shawn was fast asleep beside me. He always slept early, old grandpa.

I once again go back to staring at the ceiling. My mind was absolutely restless and every position I turned to was completely uncomfortable.

Uggh. I. Can't. Sleep.

I move my limbs some more and turn my body. After tossing and turning a few times, I sit up in the bed with a huff.

I must have moved a little too much because Shawn wakes up sleepily next to me. He turns to face me better.

"Babe? You okay?"

"I can't sleep, nothing's comfortable."

"Okay, c'mere," he mumbles, turning his whole body around and stretching his arm across my pillow.

I scooch closer to him and lay down. As I rest my head down on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his torso, I feel his hand go up and down my back soothingly.

Shawn pulls the blanket over me and tucks us back in. He starts to stroke my hair gently and after a moment, I slowly feel myself falling asleep.

My body goes practically numb in comfort as I inhale his familiar scent. He kisses me softly on the forehead and I nuzzle closer to him. My eyelids begin to droop and feel heavy so I shut them.

As I'm half asleep and about to drift off into the distant dream land, I hear him whisper quietly.

"Good night, babe."

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A/N: tiny scene of just fluff 🥰