Shawn Mendes Imagines

Book worm

You can feel his gaze on you but you're already engrossed in the book already. His hand reaches out to touch your cheek making you turn your head to look at him in curiously. Before you can question what he is doing his grabs onto your cheeks squishing your red cheeks in his hold turning your head towards him

"You're freezing!" he says his thumb gently rubbing over the cold skin

"So?"

"You're going to get sick! How long have you been out here reading that book?" he question looking at the book you're holding onto

"Couple of hours" you answer quietly

"Baby" he says in a disappointed tone

"Shawnnn" you say in a whiny manner knowing he was about to lecture you.

"I am not going to get sick by sitting here just for a few hours, plus I have a blanket" you say showing him the fluffy blue blanket draped over your body as if he couldn't see it

"You can read inside as well, I don't know why you insistent on reading outside. Especially in this cold". He is already moving the blanket off your body getting ready to take you inside the warm house

"I like the view, and the fresh air" you say giving him your famous puppy dog eyes hoping it would be enough to convince him but it doesn't seem to be working.

He grabs onto your wrist getting up and basically dragging you behind him as he walks into the bedroom the blanket forgotten outside.

"There, now I don't have to worry about you getting sick" he says pleased with himself as he locks the balcony door, as if you were a little kid that would disobey him and walk right out as soon as he wasn't looking.

"Fine" you say in a defeated tone walking to your bed and getting under the covers, actually glad to feel the warm fabric on your cold skin

"I'm going to go shower, be a good girl and stay inside to read your book"

You roll your eyes at his words

"Yes sir" you say in a joking manner knowing he actually loves it when you call him that. He just smirks at you as you watch him grab a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt walking back towards the bathroom.

Your attention goes back to the book in your hand and Shawn is no longer in your thoughts as your mind is filled with the beautiful words of the book you are reading.

About half an hour later Shawn walks out of the bathroom freshly showered, his hair damn and the clothes he had picked out earlier adorning his body

He isn't surprised to find you still reading tucked under the cover. If he would let you be you would read for hours without a care in the world.

The smell of his shampoo fill your nostrils as he takes the spot next to you on the bed, before you know it he places his head on your lap his damp hair tickling your bear legs.

You move the book to look down at him to see him looking up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes of his and he smiles his lazy eye more evident than before.

"Read to me?" he asks in a tired voice

You know he wanted attention, this way of asking for it without stopping you from reading. It was a sweet gesture and this way he made sure you both got what you wanted. You explain the plot of the book to him briefly before you start reading.

Once he nods his head being caught up with what you read so far you start the next part of the book, loudly reading over the words in a steady beat as Shawn listened to you carefully.

He watched the way your lips moved effortlessly forming the words on the page you were reading. He was actually intrigued by the book and paid close attention to you. Your hand moved to his puffy locks as you run your hand through his hair gently as you read to him.

He lets out a content sigh closing his eyes losing himself in your touch as he listened to your soothing voice. Your voice was so pleasing filling his ears with the lovely words you were reading. You would always complain to him saying compared to him you sounded like a dying cat whenever you would sing, which he actually agreed with making you pout.

But you reading was something else to him. You would choose the tone of your voice so carefully, annunciating each word so perfectly. He could tell exactly what emotion the character was feeling or trying to portray based on the tone of your voice. And you would do it so effortlessly making it look so easy, it was a form of art to him that was so under appreciated. Whenever he would try to read himself, the voice inside of his head would be so boring and dull compared to how you would read to him.

A smile blossomed on his face as he thought to the future that he wanted with you, where you would be sitting down on your kid's bed reading to them. He knew that his kids would appreciate you reading to them more than they would with him. Maybe he would just sing lullabies one night and you could read to them on other nights to put them to sleep.

His eyes opened suddenly when he felt your touch move away from his hair

"Don't stop" he says grabbing onto your wrist

"I need to flip the page Shawn" you say in an amused tone as he let go of your wrist. As soon as you're done flipping the page he grabs onto your wrist once again moving your hands to have it tangled in his hair

"Hmm..keep reading" he says closing his eyes once again. He moves his position so he is facing your stomach with an wrapped around your waist.

Your heart swells looking down at him and he looks so soft and cozy his head snuggled against your stomach. You give him what he asks and run your hand through his hair as you continue to read to him. After about almost 2 hours you stop yourself looking at the clock to see it was past midnight.

You look down on your lap surprised to see Shawn's eyes still open looking up at you. From hoe quite he had been you though that he had fallen asleep.

"It's late" you mumble letting out a yawn about to close the book

"One more chapter?" he asks stopping your actions

"Aren't you tired?" you question

He shrugs looking up at you.

"I am, but I like it when you read to me" he says in a tired voice. You smile touching his cheek, you could tell how tired he actually is, his eyes begging to be closed for the day and just rest.

"I'll read to you more tomorrow, let's just go to sleep for tonight yeah?" you say and he reluctantly nods his head. You lean down kissing his warm cheek. He pulls off your lap as you place your bookmark on the page you were on as you place the book onto the night stand.

He opens up his arms for you patting his chest asking you to lay your head on him so he could fall asleep with you snuggled onto his chest.