Shawn Mendes Imagines

Taking Care Of Him

This is a request from @Shannon1300. I'm so sorry it took so long for me to publish but I hope you like it x

I wake up to the sound of rain mercilessly lashing against my bedroom window, the gloomy grey light from outside sleeping through the curtains. I turn over in the bed, expecting to see my boyfriend sound asleep beside me as usual, his curls standing up on his head. Instead, I find his spot empty, the duvet carelessly thrown back. I feel a bit of worry building in my stomach and I quickly get out of bed, grabbing my glasses off my bedside table.
"Shawn?" I call, looking out into the hall. A stream of light comes from the bathroom. I knock on the door before pushing it open, not wanting to intrude.

Shawn is leaning against the wall on the floor, his eyes closed while sweat pours off his forehead. "Baby," I whisper, kneeling down beside him. "What's wrong?"
"Hurts," he groans, his voice scratchy. "Everything hurts."
I feel his forehead and frown, he's burning up. I quickly grab a washcloth off the counter and wet it in cold water, holding it to his forehead.
"Why didn't you wake me?" I lightly brush his hair back with my other hand.
"I didn't want to bother you, you looked so peaceful. Besides," he shifts slightly and closes his eyes again. "It's not like I haven't taken care of myself before when I was sick."
I sigh. "I know. But I'm here now, let me take care of you. Please?" I add, seeing the look of doubt on his face.
He nods lightly, grimacing at the movement. "I love you."
"I love you too. Are you able to get up?"
In answer, Shawn slowly pushes himself off the ground, swaying once he stands upright. I gently wrap my arm around him and help him back to bed, where he gratefully collapses back under the duvet.
I run downstairs to get some stuff to help him, promising that I'll be back soon.

Grabbing some tablets from the cupboard that I know will help his migraine, I fill a glass of water and make my way back upstairs. Shawn lies where I left him, this time an arm thrown over his face. I carefully sit down beside him on the bed, holding the glass and tablets in my hand.
"Take these, it'll help I promise."
He lifts his arm slightly, glancing at what I hold. "No thanks."
"Shawn, please..." I sigh.
"I don't want them."
"They'll make you feel better!"
He raises an eyebrow, showing his disbelief.

I'm about to give up and leave the medicine beside him when I catch a glimpse of the toy lion that lies beneath the covers next to him, a present from his grandmother he's had since he was a child. I quickly take it, holding it in my lap. A cruel move, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
"You get the lion back when you take the medicine," I state, seeing the confusion on Shawn's face.
"That's it?" He covers his face with his arm again.
"I'll bake you muffins as well..." I smile, knowing I've got him.
"You strike a hard bargain, Y/N." He starts to sit up and I help him, dropping the lion to grab his hand. I hand him the tablets and glass and he swiftly downs it, grabbing the teddy back. "Come to bed?"
"I can't. I promised a certain sick person muffins," I smile, kissing his forehead. "I'll be back before you know it though."
"Hope so," he says, pulling the duvet tighter around himself. "Thank you," he adds as an afterthought, grabbing my hand as I start to leave. I just squeeze his hand.

*****

A couple hours and very few muffins later, we both lie in bed, Shawn finally sound asleep next to me. Despite his protests of me sleeping beside him because he'll just get me sick, I manage to convince him to stay with me, which is how I find myself with my head pressed to his chest and his arms encircling me. If I get sick, I get sick. It's not the end of the world.

Just as I start to drift off myself, I feel Shawn begin to stir. He groans, lightly kicking his legs as if he was struggling against something. But he stops just as suddenly as he started and I drift off again.

Not long after, I'm awoken to shouting and quickly sit up in the bed, turning on my bedside light. Shawn is tangled in the sheets next to me, tears streaming down his cheeks as he cries out.
"Shawn?" I rub my eyes, still half asleep. "Shawn, wake up." I lightly shake his shoulders, not wanting to scare him. "You're dreaming, baby."
He awakes suddenly and looks around in confusion for a few seconds until his tired eyes land on me.
"Thank god," he whispers, pulling me down next to him again and wrapping me in a massive hug. I hug him back, slightly confused but happy that he's okay.
I pull back and see that he's still crying, his eyes locked on mine.
"What's wrong, honey?" I ask, gently brushing his slowing tears away. "What happened?"
"You weren't here anymore. You left me because you realised I wasn't good enough and wanted someone better. It seemed so real." His voice wobbles again at the end and my heart breaks.
"Shawn, listen to me. I'm not leaving you. I will never leave you. Not unless you want me to. I love you and you're stuck with me." I run my hand through his hair, my eyes still trained on his. "It was only a nightmare."
"It was only a nightmare." He repeats and I nod.
"Go back to sleep. I'll be right here beside you when you wake."
"I love you so much, sweetheart." He whispers, kissing my forehead and pulling me against him once again.
"I love you too, Shawn."

We both fall into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other's arms and both fully aware that next week I'll be sick and the roles will be reversed. But neither of us mind, because we know loving someone comes with the bad as well as the good, and sticking by the other person no matter what.

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Hey guys! I'm so sorry for not updating for ages but I was sick myself :-/ This request was well timed lol. This kinda sucked once again and I'm also sorry for that.
Thanks for reading though xx