Shawn Mendes Imagines

Can't Sleep (Drabble)

Love is huge. It is this massive, all-encompassing phenomenon that fills the souls of many. It is a feeling described by millions in words, yet it somehow remains indescribable.

Love is found in the grand gestures, in the bouquets of flowers and the diamond rings. It is found in the love songs written from the heart and played on the radio. It is found in the ceremonies and celebrations that bring people together.

But the best part of love - the part that is rarely spoken of - is the love found in small gestures.

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"Y/N?" The bed shifts beside me as my boyfriend raises himself up on his elbows, hair tousled and eyes half shut. "Why are you awake?"
"Couldn't sleep." I look at the book in my hands as if seeing it for the first time and realise the bedside light must be very bright. "I'm sorry if I woke you."
Shawn shakes his head slightly. "It's okay. How long have you been awake?"
I laugh halfheartedly, pushing myself back into the pillows further. "I never went to sleep."
A short silence befalls the room before Shawn pushes himself out of bed and extends his hand to me. "Cmon."
"Where are we going?"
"Adventuring."

Clad in our sleepwear and carrying blankets, Shawn leads me to the car. Time gets lost in the endless stars as we make our way through the still darkness, driving with a purpose but without a destination.

His free hand embraces mine over the centre console while the other expertly guides the wheel, and nothing can be heard except the soothing music playing quietly from the car speaker.

I couldn't tell you where we went, only that the road never ended and Shawn never faltered in following it.

At some point, lampposts appear and illuminate the street, casting a golden glow into the car that I follow into the warm chestnut of Shawn's eyes.

The car creates a steady rhythm as it moves, relaxing me into the seat. Accompanied with the welcome warmth from the blankets and Shawn's hand in mine, I soon feel my consciousness slipping and my head begin to droop.

The last thing I feel before I succumb to the fall into sleep is a gentle kiss on my hand.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."

I wake briefly sometime later to Shawn carrying me back to bed, but my eyes droop closed before I even realise I'm awake.

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... I'm starting to realise I write a lot of night-themed stuff. I guess it's always been my favourite thing to read. Please tell me if you want me to stop!

I'm thinking of doing a series of different ways to say 'I love you'. This would be number one. Is that something you guys would like? I know it's a very common thing to do so I'd want to make it as special as I can.

Thanks for reading xx