#cuddlyshawn

Description: You come to Shawns apartment whiles he is at the studio, your emotions getting the best of you, and end up cuddled into his bed when he gets home.

Rating: None

Requested: No

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You knew the minute you sat in the drivers seat, that Shawn was not home. You knew that even though you were going to his apartment, he wouldn’t be there to comfort you, yet you went anyways. The feeling of being in Shawns apartment was comforting to you.

You grab the spare key he had given you, and slip it into the lock letting yourself in. You hang up your coat and kick your shoes to the side wandering into his home. You look around and see two of his guitars scattered around and a cup of coffee sat on the table adjacent to the piano. One guitar layed ontop of the piano, the other propper against the couch. You grab the cup and place it in his sink before grabbing his guitar on the couch and hanging it back up.

You make your way further into his home and find yourself standing outside his bathroom. A month ago, you would never have let yourself in Shawns apartment and took a shower, but Shawn had told you that he would love for you to come to his apartment even if he isnt home. He told you he wanted it to be your second home.

You hop into the shower and stand under the steaming water for a moment before grabbing a spare cloth and using some of Shawns bodywash. You rinse yourself off and grab a spare towel from the rack making your way to his bedroom across the hallway.

You dry off, placing your panties back on and throwing the rest of your clothes onto the floor. You then grab one of Shawns hoodies and a pair of his Illuminate sweats.

Once your dressed, you hang up your towel and make your way to the kitchen. You head straight to the cabinet and grab a mug, placing it under the kurig and brewing yourself a cup of hot water.

You had no excuse for coming to Shawns. You woke up this morning and sat in bed with no ambition to get up, you called in sick for work, and sat there wanting the comfort of your boyfriend. You weren’t upset, you weren’t mad, you just needed to cry. You were having one of those days.

The kurig beeps, signalling its done, and a tear rolls down your right cheek. You sniffle and wipe it away, grabbing the mug and a tea bag as the front door opens. You hear footsteps appraching the kitchen as you grab a spoon to mix some sugar into your tea.

“(Y/N).” Shawn says, prompting you to turn to look at him, a smile gracing his angelic face.

His smile immediately drops when he sees your teary eyes and he places his phone on the counter walking over to hold you.

After spending the whole day keeping it in, you break. You let your tears flow freely.

“Honey.” He sighs, pulling you head to rest in his chest, his other hand going under the hoodie your wearing to rub up and down your back.

You let out a sob and grip the bottom of his t-shirt in your hands, nuzzling into him.

“What’s wrong sweetheart.” He asks after a minute, holding your head and pulling you back to look into your bloodshot eyes.

At this point, your mascara was running down your cheeks along with your tears, the tip of your nose a cherry red as you sniffled.

“I don’t know.” You whisper looking up at him.

His usual stress free face replaced by one of deep concern.

“Don’t you have work?” He asks curious to get to the bottom of why you felt the need to cry.

You shrugged. “I called in sick this morning.”

“Are you sick?” He asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You shake your head wiping another tear that slipped. He pushes you back against the counter and towers over you, anticipating your next words.

“No.” You sigh looking down. “I woke up this morning and I just couldn’t do it. I don’t know what it is. Im not sad, Im not mad, I just need to cry.” You look back up at him. He intently stares at you. “I came over here knowing you weren’t here, but I was hoping you would by chance be here. I just wanted you to hold me and do nothing for a little.”

His eyes are soft and his forehead creased as he reaches behind you to grab your tea in his right hand, and your hand in his left. He leads you to his room, where he places your mug on the nightstand and urges you to lay down. You do so, getting comfortable in his bed, and he walks around to the other side, turning on the TV and flipping to your favorite show. He places the remote down and pulls you into him. Holding you, loving you, caring for you.

“You should’ve called me.” He murmurs into the top of your head.

“I didnt want to interrupt, I know theres a lot of pressure on you lately with the album coming soon and I dont want to be a burden.” You whisper, eyes glued to the TV.

His arms tighten around you, giving you a squeeze. “You will never be a burden to me. You are my nunber one priority all of the time.”

You wrap your arms around him and attempt to snuggle deeper into him.

He places a soft kiss on your head and rubs a hand up and down your arm. “I love you (Y/N).”

You look up at him with adoration in your eyes, “I love you too.”

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