Shawn Mendes Imagines

Silent Night (Cute)

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You stirred the spoon softly around your favorite mug. The froth of the hot chocolate spinning in a circle as it sat atop the liquid.

You tapped the spoon off, gently tossing it in the sink and it clanked loudly against the metal basin. You flinched at the sound piercing your ears, a tired sigh slipping from your lips and you sniffled quietly.

You were beyond tired. The day had dragged for what seemed like an eternity, your sore feet never resting throughout your busy schedule. It was currently 11 PM, you had been working since 7 AM and only just returned home an hour ago.

As soon as you fell through the door you stripped off on your way to the bathroom and showered until your heart was content.

Now, you stood in the middle of your cramped kitchen, your soft hair tangled and damp after you'd towel-dried it after your shower.

Your face was bare, the tiredness visible beneath your eyes and you could feel yourself dozing off just leaning against the counter.

It wasn't until your thigh nudged against the cool metal of the counter cupboard handle that you jumped back into reality.

You wrapped your oversized knitted cardigan over your cold body.

September had just come around and while it was still somewhat warm out, the cold air of your small apartment didn't cease the goosebumps that raised upon your soft skin.

You pulled the sleeves of the cardigan over your hands, raising your thumbs beneath the fabric to stop it from rising back up your arms.

You cupped your covered palms around the mug, humming at the warm sensation that traveled up your arms and around your body, a small but satisfied smile creeping on your lips.

You trudged out of the kitchen in your fluffy slipper boots, nudging the light switch with your elbow until you were swarmed in complete darkness.

Your legs carried you up to the stairs until you reached the bedroom, nudging the door open with your hip and using your elbow again to twist the light switch, a soft light casting over your cozy room.

You were too focused on not spilling the hot beverage, that you hadn't noticed the man laying on your bed with a wide smile until he cleared this throat.

"And this is why you couldn't come to see me?" The young man questioned, your eyes lighting up at the sound of his sweet voice and you gazed up at him with an apologetic smile.

"Shawn... what are you doing here? It's late." Your words were soft and slow as if they were slurred but Shawn understood you completely.

He shrugged his shoulders, rolling from the center of the bed and to his usual side he slept on when he spent the night.

"Well, I got your message. You said you were too tired, but I wanted to see you. It kinda upset me that we hardly see each other." Shawn rambled on and your shoulders slouched, a frown etching on your face.

You took long strides to him, setting the mug down on your nightstand and crawling into bed.

You sat on your legs, hands on your knees and you stared down at your love, shaking your head.

"I'm sorry, Shawn. You're always going to be my main priority. But, I just- I've been so busy recently and work was so stressful today and I got into a fight with a coworker. I'm sorry." You explained apologetically, frowning throughout your little speech and Shawn pouted at you.