"No, Shawn. I'm fucking tired of this. You go away for months on end, touring the world while I'm stuck in school, and then the day you get back you decide to go out with the guys? Whatever, Shawn. I'm fucking done. Clearly I'm not important to you, so go have fun with your little friends." you spat at him, completely in disbelief at his logic. His being away had really put a strain on your relationship, and you had a whole date night planned in an attempt mend the unwanted tension. As soon as Shawn walked through the door, he began getting ready to go out with his friends, without giving you much more than a half-assed hug.

"You know what? You're right. I was hoping to have a night to wind down and just be with my friends, and you clearly can't even handle that. I'm done. See you later, or not. Whatever." he snapped, clearly frustrated and fuming.

He darted toward the front door and you followed, ready to lock it behind him.

As he swung it open, he pulled a little too hard, hitting your foot with the sharp corner.

Hissing between your teeth in pain, you immediately dropped to the floor, foot in hand. It was skinned, not bleeding. But damn, did it ever sting. Unsure if it was due to the heat of the moment or the pain in your foot, tears began rolling down your cheeks.

Shawn quickly dropped to the floor beside you.

"Oh my god. Baby, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Does it hurt? Is it broken? God, I'm such a fucking idiot. Are you alright?" he blurted, a million miles an hour.

"No, yeah, Shawn, I'm fine. Just go."

He grabbed your hand that was gripping your foot with his and tilted your chin up with his other hand, placing a gentle kiss on your nose.

"You think I'm leaving you like this? No, baby. I would never. I love you, you hear me?" he said, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

"Yeah, baby I hear you. I love you too. Does this mean you're staying?" you asked, trying to stop crying.

"Of course I'm staying. Now, let's get you some ice. Shall we order in and watch a movie, or just snuggle?" God, he was such a puppy.

"Don't think you can get off that easily, Mendes. I love you but you're still in the doghouse." you muttered with a wink, even though you both knew he was off the hook.