Long Nights (fluff)
Shawn’s been spending a lot of long nights in the studio, and you’re determined to make him relax
You sighed as you rolled over in bed, seeing that the clock read 11:34pm. Shawn had been spending nearly every hour of the day in the studio, and when he got home he’d go straight to his music room to continue working.
You got out of bed and walked across the room, opening the door. Your feet quietly padded down the wooden hallway, the only thing covering your frame was one of Shawn’s t-shirts. When you made it to his music room you heard the sound of a piano, mixing with Shawn’s sweet voice. You couldn’t quiet make out the words he was singing, but it sounded beautiful. You closed your eyes as you rested your forehead against the door, listening until the music stopped. Once you knew you wouldn’t be completely interrupting him, you cracked the door open and stuck your head inside.
“Baby? Are you coming to bed soon?” you asked gently.
“Mhmn,” he hummed in response, not bothering to look at you as he continued jotting down lyrics in his notebook.
“You’ve been working on this song for weeks, Shawn, and you’ve been up for nearly twenty hours. Come to bed with me, you need some rest.”
He sighed as he set his notebook down, letting your words sink in. You stared at his side profile, waiting for any kind of reply from him as you nervously twisted your engagement ring around on your finger. You took notice of his tired eyes, and the bags forming below them. He sat slightly hunched over, not as straight as usual. He was dying to get this song finished, but it was starting to take a toll on him. When he didn’t respond, you stepped into the room. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his back.
“Please?” you asked above a whisper, desperate for him to get some rest.
“Alright,” he caved, “let’s go.”
He took your hand in his as he walked out of the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind him.
You crawled into bed as you waited for him to undress, slipping basketball shorts on over his boxers before he crawled in bed beside you. He laid his head on your chest, something that always made your heart melt, and you instinctively wrapped an arm around him while the other brought a hand up to play with his hair. You gently raked your fingers along his scalp, a satisifed sigh leaving his lips.
“I’m sorry I’ve been spending so much time in the studio baby, I just really want to get this song right,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Don’t apologize for doing your job, Shawn. You just need to get some rest, that’s all. Try not to force it and it’ll come to you, I promise,” you soothed.
You continued playing with Shawn’s hair until he fell asleep, faint snores escaping his parted lips.
You woke up late the next morning, seeing Shawn beside you for the first time in weeks. He was always up at the crack of dawn to go to the studio, but not today. This morning his stayed, making up for all the hours of sleep he’d recently lost.
When he woke up he looked up at you, a tired smile on his face.
“Thank you for always knowing what’s best for me,” he said, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Shawn,” you smiled, kissing him again.