Bad Days-Shawn Mendes X Reader
Title: Bad Days
Word Count: 933
Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader
Warnings: Fluff? I never know if I should tag that as a warning.
A/N: I’m tired. It’s been a long time since I’ve uploaded last. Per tradition, it’s very late and I should be asleep. I wrote this because I felt like that and needed that but I didn’t get that so I pretended I got that by writing that.
(A poem by me) Lol, jk. But it is late and I’m tired and I need that, that’s true. Okay, I’ll let you read it now.
Today had been bad. You had been surrounded by people the whole day, barely getting a moment for yourself, and it didn’t help that you were anxious to begin with.
It wasn’t like you had Anxiety with capitalized A, but you were probably more anxious and had a lower self-esteem than the average human. Some days were good. Some days you could talk with people, go to the store, go to school or work or a hobby, you name it, and you would feel good. You would feel great actually!
Then there were the bad days. Those days where you barely got out of bed, where you dressed in the most comfortable clothes you owned, but you still felt like you were wearing some tight ass clothes woven with acid and itching wool. Where you debated whether to have your hair in a ponytail, which was more comfortable, or down so you could hide your face. Where you got annoyed if anyone talked to you, and where you spaced out just because you couldn’t be socializing right now.
This was one of those days. You had gone to school in your baggiest sweatpants and your darkest hoodie. You had spent the day with one earbud in and a book in your hand, but everyone just absolutely had to ask you something all the time.
When those torturous seven hours finally were over, you were done. Which was why you canceled your plans with your friends and sped out of the school, and finally home. Finally your sweet bed.
The first thing you did was take a nap. When you woke up, disoriented and groggy, you checked your phone. On it lighted a message from your boyfriend, Shawn.
Are you okay? Your friends told me you had been crabby all day and that when school was over, you had canceled all plans and sped out like the school was on fire?
You smiled, thinking how lucky you were to have a boyfriend who cared so much about you. You knew many girls with boyfriends who didn’t give one damn about their partner.
It’s just been a long day. My anxiety is worse today.
You had told Shawn about your bad days, and he had been 100% supportive. He asked what he could do and regularly checked to make sure you felt fine in his presence. You were sat, staring at the white wall in front of you, too occupied with what was going on your head when your phone plinged, signalizing a new message from Shawn.
:’( Come over? The house is empty and I have an internet connection ;)
You laughed and shook your head, but got your car keys and jacket anyway. Maybe some socializing wouldn’t be too bad?
When you arrived, you walked right in. Shawn was your childhood friend and by you were ten you had gotten a key to the house. You had even gotten a plaque one Christmas that said: ‘Honorary Mendes Family Member’
Shawn wasn’t downstairs, which meant he was in his room upstairs. When you walked up you could hear music, and when you opened the door to his room you almost gasped in surprise.
Shawn was sat in a chair in the corner, plucking on his guitar. That wasn’t what surprised you though because that was completely normal. What surprised you were the snacks in bowls filling up both his night tables. Popcorn and chocolate and chips and dip and candy. You had never seen that much snacks in one place, but that was probably because you barely ate it at home and you always missed out on the movie nights and game nights at the Mendes’ Household.
Shawn looked up, his bright brown eyes glittering, and smiled that perfect, pearly white smile of his.
“You like it? Because I have Hotel Transylvania ready on my laptop and this candy will only be eaten while watching a movie.”
You nodded as you grinned. You were almost to tears, mostly because you were very emotional and sensitive at the moment, but also because Shawn was so great and you didn’t deserve anyone like him. Gods he was amazing.
He told you to get comfortable, so you crawled down under the cover and made the pillow sit comfortably in you back while he turned off the lights and got his laptop from the desk. Soon enough you were sat, you leaned into him, watching Hotel Transylvania.
You were about halfway through the movie, and halfway through the snacks when you noticed Shawn staring at you with a smile on his face.
“What?” you asked, and he shook his head.
“I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are, especially when you’re laughing.”
You blushed and hid your face in his chest, but he paused the movie and gently cupped your face as he tilted it up to look at him.
“I mean it. You are beautiful, and I love you, and I want you to be happy. Never think you can’t come to me with any of your problems because I will fight the world to make you happy.” He said, his face serious, and you started to cry again.
“Thank you.” You sobbed. You didn’t know you needed to hear that until now.
You looked up at him again with tears streaming down your face. “Thank you.”
He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your hair. “I love you.” You whispered back.
And like you stayed for the rest of the movie, his arm tightly around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder.