“Shawn, stop it!” you laughed as he tickled you. “Nope, never!” he smirked, continuing to tickle your sides. “You’re the worst boyfriend ever!” you shout, trying to squirm away from his grasp. Yes, boyfriend. Shawn Mendes is your boyfriend. You two have been dating for about two years, and love each other to pieces. There’s only one catch…the fans don’t know.
You didn’t want the fans to hate, and you felt that it would only stress Shawn out more if the paparazzi were all over him, asking about his girlfriend. Anyway, back to the tickle monster you call your boyfriend. “Take it back!” he yells, tickling you even more. “N-no,” you gasp between laughs. “I won’t let you wear my sweatshirts if you don’t take it back,” he sings.
“O-k, ok. I t-take it back,” you squeal, and he stops. You sit up, your sides hurting from all the laughing. “You know I love wearing your sweatshirts. No fair,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “I love when you wear my sweatshirts, too. I wasn’t actually not going to let you wear them. They mak you look adorable,” he says.
You blush and stick your tongue out at him, pretending to be mad. “Aww, is wittle y/n mad?” he says in a baby voice. You ignore him. “Well, I know what’ll make you feel better,” he says, taking off his sweatshirt and putting it on you. It drapes over you like a dress and covers your shorts. The sleeves hang past your hands. Shawn grins at how cute you look.
“Hey, I’m going to run to Starbucks and grab a coffee. Do you want anything? The usual, I’m assuming?” he asks, referring to y/f/s/d. You nod, handing him his keys. “Thanks, I’ll be back in a few,” he says, pecking your lips before grabbing another sweatshirt off the dining room chair and heading out the door. You cuddle up on the couch, turn on the TV, and wait for Shawn to come back.
You’re 10 minutes into an episode of Baby Daddy whenShawn getsback. He walks into the room and hands you your drink, sitting down next to you. He wraps his arms around you, and you inch closer to him. Two episodes later, you fall asleep. Shawn looks down at you to see you sleeping and grind, picking you up and carrying you up to his room.
He lays you in bed and climbs in with you. He does the usual routine and wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. He eventually falls asleep himself. The next day, you wake up to an empty bed. You sit up and rub your eyes to see a note on the bedside table. ‘had to go into the studio today. be back around 3. love you xoxo.’ You grin and look at the clock. It’s 8:30 am.
You go downstairs and look through the fridge. ‘Dang it, we’re out of fruit and yogurt,’ you think to yourself as you go upstairs to get ready for the day. You take a quick shower before drying your hair and putting on some makeup. You look around the room for clothes, settling on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. You find the hoodie Shawn wore yesterday to Starbucks and throw it on.
You put on some black Vans and head outside, grabbing your keys and purse on the way. You drive to the grocery store to pick up some food, and then go to Starbucks to get y/f/s/d. You walk inside and order it. “Y/n,” you say when the barista asks you for your name. You swear you hear a phone camera snap, but ignore it and grab your drink, heading out the door.
You get home and make yourself a small breakfast. You go to the gym and clean up the house before Shawn gets home. He walks in the door, a cheeky smile on his face. “What’s up with you?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. He hands you his phone without saying a word. Twitter is up, and you see some tweets from his fans.
Your jaw drops, and you look up at him with wide eyes. “How do they know your name?” he asks, the grin still on his face. “Ugh, they must’ve heard me say it when I got Starbucks. Shawn, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot about your sweatshirt. I’ll fix this, you won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll tell them there’s nothing-” you ramble, but get cut off by Shawn pressing his lips against yours.
“Babe, calm down, it’s fine. Besides, I think it’s time to tell them anyways,” he says, and you smile. He tweets:
You giggle, staring into his sparkling brown eyes. He softly kisses your lips again before whispering, “I love it when you wear my sweatshirts.”
Summary: Shawn’s management doesn’t agree with
your relationship so they’re forcing you two to pretend you aren’t together
anymore, which means when he leaves for tour you won’t see him for months. He
has to break the news to you.
“I can’t talk
about this right now,” You say, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I just
can’t do this right now.”
“Just talk to
me, (y/n).” Shawn pleads.
“I can’t fucking
do this right now, Shawn.” You grab your backpack off of his bed, ready to
storm out of his room. He knows you’re mad. You have a right to be angry right
now. But he doesn’t let you leave. He wraps his arm around your waist pulling
you backwards into him. Your back is against his chest. You drop your backpack
on the ground in order to try and fight your way free. He’s too strong, so you
can’t get out of his grip and he isn’t letting go. The tears start streaming
down your face. He just holds you tighter, knowing you need this right now even
though you’re too angry to admit it. There is just too much going on in your
life that you definitely do not need this. You just can’t deal with this right
now, and if Shawn were smart, he’d let you process this alone before trying to
talk about it with you.
“I love you. I
don’t want to lose you,” You can feel his breath on your face as those words
leave his mouth. You stop struggling immediately. Instead, you start sobbing.
You can’t help yourself.
“Why don’t you
fight for me, if you love me, why didn’t you fight?” You manage to choke out
He sounds like he’s in pain as he says this, “I did fight, you have no idea how
hard I fought.” Shawn just finished a four-hour meeting with his management
team. He called for you to come over to his house once he got home, and when
you did he basically told you that his management wants him to break up with
you. He said he refused, but that they were adamant on him not being seen with
you in public and saying that he was single if asked by fans or in interviews.
You can almost understand it from a business perspective, but you are not on
the business side of this agreement.
Shawn backs up
sitting down on his bed, holding you in his lap as the tears stream down your
face. He holds you tightly like you’re his world. “I don’t want to lose you.”
fighting him. You have no energy left anyway. You wrap one arm around his neck
and bury your face in his t-shirt, your tears soaking his shirt through. Even
if you guys decide not to break up, with the new rules by management, you’re
basically not allowed to visit him on tour and he’s not allowed to fly back
home just to see you. He’s doing his world tour, all arena shows, and he won’t
have time to come home during it. This means that even if you stay together,
you’ll have to go nearly three months without seeing him. Three months without
holding him, without falling asleep next to him. Three months without kissing
him, or hugging him. That’s a long time to be apart.
This means that
you won’t be able to support him, really support him during this time. He’s
doing so much and you want to be there at the side of his stage, but his
management doesn’t want you to, and honestly that hurts you.
He’s still just
holding you tightly in his arms. Your tears finally subside, and you’ve had at
least a few minutes to come to terms with everything. “You’re not going to lose
me.” You reply to his earlier statements. It’s the truth. You don’t plan to
leave him because of this bump in the road. And you know that he just needs to
be reassured that you’re not planning to go anywhere. “I love you, this doesn’t
change that. Nothing is going to change that baby.” You reassure him. “I just
needed to process it a little bit.” You sniffle, but you aren’t sobbing anymore,
and you know that it’s going to be okay.
sucks.” He says.
“I know baby.”
“I’m going to
talk to them more. I’m going to have another meeting with them to talk about
it. It’s just that meeting had already gone four hours and they weren’t
budging, but I’m going to try again baby. I am fighting for you. I’m fighting
for us. You need to know that.”
“I know Shawn. I
never should have accused you of not fighting for us.”
“Its okay.” He
pauses, then asks, “We’re gonna be okay, right (y/n)?”
going to be fine, Shawn.” You reply, looking up at him. He leans down and
kisses you lightly on the lips. He wipes away your last stray tears and smiles
“I love you,
(y/n). If I had to choose, I would choose you. If I had to choose between my
career and you, I’d choose you in a heartbeat.”
“I would never
ask you to choose,” you say, almost offended at the fact that he would even
suggest walking away from his career, walking away from something he’s worked
so hard for. Something you’ve always supported and walked with him through.
“I know you
wouldn’t, and that’s another reason why I love you.”
Summary: You’re sick so you head over to Shawn’s
house. He takes care of you when he comes home.
You go to school
at a University just outside of L.A. You have an apartment near campus that you
stay at during the week, but since Shawn bought a house in LA you usually spend
most of the weekends with him at his place when he’s not traveling for work.
You managed to set your schedule so that you don’t have class on Fridays, so
you will normally make the hour and a half drive to his house on Thursday
nights after your last class that ends at 8pm. However, this Thursday you felt
so sick that you decided to skip your last two classes. After work and your
first class, you returned to your apartment and took a short nap, waking up at
about 1 in the afternoon. You know that Shawn has meetings today, but you
decide to start the drive now, instead of waiting until later because you don’t
want to hit traffic. You pack a few necessities and take an Advil for the
headache; just praying you’ll make it to his house safely.
Over an hour
later, you arrive, parking your car in his garage. You grab your backpack and
unlock the door with your key. You grab a bottle of water from his fridge
before heading upstairs into his bedroom. You open his drawer and grab one of
his soft t-shirts. Once you change into it, you pull the blinds, making the
room pitch black. You silently thank Shawn now for making sure to install
blackout blinds. He was very adamant about doing that. At the time you thought
it wouldn’t be a big deal if he didn’t have them, you’d never had them in any
of your bedrooms before, but now you realize that he was right about them.
Shawn’s insanely comfortable bed, you fall asleep instantly. You wake up just
as you hear the front door slam. Groggily you sit up and look around. You
realize that you’re in Shawn’s bed and that you forgot to tell him you were
sick and came early.
The bedroom door
opens, letting the light from the hallway shine into the room. You squint at
the light and see Shawn standing in the doorway with a completely confused look
on his face. “(Y/n)?” He asks. “What are you doing? You should be in class?”
“I know,” you
tiredly reply wiping your eyes. “But I didn’t feel good so I didn’t go to my
last two classes and I drove over here early because I didn’t want to hit
He comes into the room and strides over to his bed. You’re lying in the middle
so he has to get on the bed a little just to reach you. He puts his hand out,
feeling your forehead. “You have a fever babe.” He replies.
“The Advil must
have worn off,” Is all you can think to reply.
“I’ll go get you
another one. When did you eat last?”
You think for a
moment before saying, “I had toast before work.”
His eyes get big, “That was at like 7 this morning.”
reply not seeing what the problem is.
“(Y/n), it’s six
“I’ll go make
you something to eat. Does chicken soup sound good?” He asks.
nothing really sounds good right now. Even though you haven’t eaten in nearly
twelve hours, you don’t even feel hungry. You simply shrug in response.
be right back baby.” He says getting off the bed.
reply sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. You missed him, and you
don’t want him to leave you alone.
“What?” He asks.
“I think you
should just rest here. I’ll bring you the soup and advil.”
“No, I want to
come with you.” You insist.
He’s silent for
a second as though he’s debating whether or not he should let you come.
Finally, he replies, “Okay, you can come and lay on the couch.”
You’re about to slide
off the bed onto the ground when he asks, “Do you want a piggy back ride?”
You just nod and
he turns around. He carries you down the stairs and to the couch. Once he puts
you down, he heads into the kitchen to make you soup. And by make you soup he really
means opening the can and pouring it into a pot.
Once he leaves
for the kitchen you get up and walk over to the kitchen slipping onto a stool
at the counter while he’s in the pantry looking for a can of soup. When he
comes out, he says, “You’re supposed to be resting, (y/n).”
“I slept most of
the afternoon,” you reply. He gives you this look that says he thinks you
should still be resting. “I feel a lot better, and I just missed you.” You
admit. He pours the soup into the pot before walking around the counter.
He wraps his
arms around you, “I missed you too. And I guess now we have no choice but to
cuddle all weekend.”
“I guess so.”
You reply, leaning closer to him and treasuring the feeling of being in his