Shawn Mendes Imagines

Bird (I suck at titles)

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

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Shawn closed the hotel door behind him grumbling to himself as he touched the painful bruises on his face.

"Honey?" He calls out in a needy voice wanting you to take care of him. He walks further into the room not seeing you anywhere.

"Baby?" He tries once again plumping down on the bed. He hears the bathroom door slide open as you poke head out to look at him. Your eyes go wide seeing his face. You drop the mascara wand you were holding in your hand getting mascara all over the white bathroom tiles. You open the door further walking to where he is as you take his face in your hands inspecting the bruises.

"What happened?" You ask as he just gave you a pout

"I fell," he says with a sigh

"From where?"

"I feel off a bird"

"You fell off what?" You question with a confused expression on your face still holding onto his face looking down at him

"The electric scooter thing."

You let out a snort biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. You thought of the worst thing that might have happened to him but here he was with a pout on his face telling you he fell off a fucking scooter. You couldn't stop yourself as you let out a giggle

"It's not funny," he says pinching your side playful to stop your laughing.

"Please tell me someone got footage of it," you say not being able to stop your loud laugh. 

"Baby!" He says in a offended tone

"I'm hurt. You should be taking care of me instead of laughing."

He looks so adorable looking up at you with his brown eyes his face covered in bruises

"Sorry babe, let's get you cleaned up," you say giving him a quick peck on the lips.

You walk over to the phone in the hotel room to call over to the front desk to ask them to bring a first aid kid to get your clumsy boyfriend cleaned up.

While waiting for the first aid kit you move to clean the mascara off the floor as your cleaning the floor with a wet pierce of paper towel you notice Shawn was now standing in front of the body mirror that was placed on the other end of the room inspecting the cuts and the bruises on his face

"This kind of looks badass," he mumbles to himself making you snort out. He turns to you face covered in a faint blush, embarrassed that he was caught

"What? It does," he mumbles out.

"Uh huh whatever you say, babe," you say with a giggling as you finish cleaning the floor

10 mins later Shawn is sitting on the edge of the bed with you standing in between his legs as you clean the scrapes on his face

"Oww" he wines out pulling away from you for the 5th time

"Shawn, stop pulling away!" You say in a frustrated tone grabbing the back of his neck to stop him from moving

"But it hurts!" He says defending himself

"It's rubbing alcohol, its suppose to hurt!" You reply back annoyed with him

He looks at you and there is the smallest pout on his lips and he just sighs nodding his head, letting you pull his face closer to the cotton pad covered in rubbing alcohol.

You feel bad for yelling at him, you know that rubbing alcohol hurt like a bitch when cleaning up a cut

"I'll be gentle," you say seeing a small smile form on his face as he lets you clean the cut

"Did you tell your fans what happened?" You ask cleaning the top of his left cheek

"Hmm, told them I feel off a bird"

"It's going to take them a while to figure out what you're talking about."

"I like messing with them," he says with a soft chuckle knowing they will eventually figure out the bird he was referring to was the evil scooter he fell off of.

"Done," you say tossing the cotton pad in your hand into the grabarge can you had placed by the foot of the bed earlier

"Thank you, baby," Shawn says puckering his lips for a kiss, making you give him a quick peck muttering a you're welcome against his lips.

"Oh wait, I forgot this."

You grab a band aid out of the kit about to tear open the packaging to cover the bruise when he grabs onto your wrist stopping you

"I don't want that"

"What? Why? It might get infected if we don't cover it."

He shakes his head not convinced.

"I want to show it off," he says with a proud smile making you give him a wearisome look.

"You're such a dork," you say with a groan making him shrug his shoulders.

"I still think it looks badass," he says pulling the bad aid out of your hands. 

"I'm dating a huge dork," you say the realization hitting you. 

He pushes grabs the first aid bag throwing the Band-Aids in and placing it on the floor. His hands grab onto your waist pulling you flush against him looking up at you

"Oh come on hunny doesn't it look a little bad ass?" He asks trying to convince you. 

"You literally fell off a fucking scooter Shawn not got into a fight. Every time I look at the bruises I imagine your 6ft tall ass self plummeting down to the floor face first. You big clumsy giant."

"You can't just let me have this will you baby," he says with a groan his head falling back. 

You grab onto his face being careful not to touch the wounds on his face

"You know bad boys are over rated right? (NO THEY ARE NOT)" You say pushing away the loose curls back in place

"Really?" he asks in an amused tone. 

"Oh yeah, don't listen to all that talk about how girls love bad boys. Every girl secretly wants a soft cuddly boyfriend who falls off a scooter and bruises his face," you say with a serious face. You can't help but snicker when you notice his annoyed expression

"You suck," he says rolling his eyes at you

You kiss his pouting lips for the third time that night secretly wondering if anyone from his team actually got a footage of the whole incident. You made a mental note to bug everyone about it later on as you felt Shawn ease into the kiss unaware of the evil little plan you had going on in your head.

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