Shawn Mendes Imagines

I'm Baby

THESE IMAGINES ARE NOT MINE!!! I JUST EDITED THEM A LITTLE!!

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You are only young once. Skip school for a day, go on an adventure, swim naked in the ocean, sing your favorite song so loud that the people in the car passing by can her you, date boy/girls, wear your favorite perfume every day, wear your favorite shirt two days in a row, don't bother studying for a test on information you'll never need, lay and look at the stars all night with your favorite person, be spontaneous, text that special someone first, scream/sing every One Direction song because you know you love them, watch movies and pig out all night, don't worry about your weight, be with the people you love, stay in all weekend because you deserve alone time, travel to your favorite places, go on picnics, take pictures and most importantly do what makes you happy. You are only a teenager once, and it would be such a shame, it would be a regret all of the things you didn't do when you had the chance. 

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Two days ago you woke up with a stuffy nose and you thought little of it. It was nothing, just allergies. Today you wake up with a full-blown head and chest cold. Your nose is plugged up, chest full and eyes watery. Your ears hurt and your throat sort of feels like you swallowed a knife sometime in the night. Everything is miserable.

"Good morning my love," Shawn says as he crosses the bus from the kitchen area. You hold your hands out to stop him from his usual good morning kiss. Instantly his face falls and he looks so hurt like you kicked a puppy in front of him.

"I'm sick," you garble, stuffed up nose making you sound weird. "No kisses."

"What? No, you're fine it's just allergies." He steps forward and you back down onto the couch. "Honey!"

"Shawn, no!" You pull your sleep shirt over your face and push him away with your foot. "You can't get sick."

He huffs and folds his arms over his chest. He is so cute, pouting about not being able to kiss you like he hasn't done it every single morning for the last one hundred and ninety-seven days. He's even wearing your favorite sweater, his salmon pink one with the super soft inside. It's your go-to when you steal his clothes and it's definitely your favorite to slide your hands up under and snuggle him in. He isn't making this easy.

"I love you," you smile, grabbing a tissue out of the box on the window ledge. "But no kisses."

Shawn turns away and goes back to making his breakfast juice. "I won't get sick," he grumbles and you roll your eyes. He keeps chopping up fruit and vegetables until he has enough juice for both of you and flips the machine on.

"You know Andrew will kill us both if I make you sick on tour. Don't be such a baby."

"Yeah yeah."

The next few hours go by pretty quickly. You remain on your couch curled up under two blankets while Shawn sits sideways on the recliner like chair opposite you. There is a Percy Jackson marathon playing on TV and you know Shawn is dying to cuddle. They were the first movies you watched together in his apartment last year. You know the nostalgia must be eating away at him.

Brian comes out of his bunk around noon and grabs a banana. He looks between the two of you while standing in the middle aisle and laughs. "What's going on here?"

"What?" You ask, looking up at him. He has pillow lines on his face.

"Are you fighting or something?"

"Yes."

"No," you sigh and Brian raises his eyebrows. "I'm sick and Shawn can't be sick."

"She's exiled me to the chair, and she refuses to kiss me," Shawn pouts.

Brian laughs. "Dude, you cannot get sick! Remember the last time you got a cold? We had to get you an IV drip of medication so you could function on stage. No one wants to do that shit again."

"Yeah, whatever," Shawn grumbles.

"Are we almost to Michigan?" Brian asks, leaning over you and peeking out the curtains. "Feels like we've been driving forever."

"Almost. Another hour I think."

"Well, I'm going back to sleep." Brian turns, tosses his banana peel in the trash and heads back to the bunks. "Good luck with that kiss Shawn."

Shawn flips him off and he just laughs. You shake your head at him and he hugs his decor pillow tight to his chest. "What?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Quit pouting."

"Then kiss me."

You lay your head back and sigh. "I can't! What don't you understand about getting sick? Do you not understand the transfer of germs?"

"But...I'm baby."

You snort. He did not just say that. "Really? That's your choice of argument?"

"Yep. You should kiss me because I'm baby."

You sit up and shake your head. "You are the most ridiculous person, stop looking up those stupid memes." You laugh and he sits upright in his chair. "Maybe we can reach a compromise."

"Yeah? What're you thinking? Cheek kiss?"

"No." You stand and wrap your blanket around your shoulders. "Get up?"

Shawn stands eagerly and waits for you to make the next move. You signal for him to turn around and he does so his back is to you. You slide your hands up his sweater and scratch his back gently.

"You're not making this easy," he groans, letting his head fall forward.

"Oh hush." You lean in and kiss between his shoulder blades. He stills and you wrap your arms all the way around him and kiss his back again.

"I like this compromise."

You lay your cheek against his back and give him a good squeeze. "Good. You are baby, and I love you."

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