Hey! This is an idea that came from an interview of Shawn I read xx

Your POV

It was one of those days again. Shawn was incredibly stressed, I knew it. His album was out in a few days and he was worried.

This time, he had been incredibly honest. The whole writing process was incredibly honest and I was proud of him for creating such an amazing piece of music.

Currently, I was at our home in Toronto and Shawn was in the studio, also in Toronto. I'm watching Teen Wolf to pass time, and then I get a phonecall.

Or should I say, the phonecall.

I had a special number saved on my phone. Well Andrew and I had decided on this, so that he could call me when Shawn was stressed or down about something. This number would ring even if my phone was on silent.

The first time it rang was when Shawn was writing In My Blood. That was an awfully painful day for Shawn, he was so mentally drained by the end of it.

I answer the phone, shaking.

"Y/N, Shawn's really not well right now. He's in tears..." Andrew explains.

"Oh my God, I'm coming."

"Please come quick. He's really bad right now."

I quickly throw on a jacket and sprint to my car, driving as fast as possible to the studio.

Running, I find Shawn's studio and knock on the door.

Andrew opens it.

"Y/N... he's there." Andrew points to Shawn.

He was sitting on the floor, leaning back on a wall, looking into the distance. I could clearly see that he had been crying. A lot. His eyes were almost frozen open by the tears that were still falling from his eyes.

The red top he had put on this morning was thrown to the side. He was covered in sweat and tears, and I was beginning to think he was sick.

Maybe that's what Andrew meant when he said Shawn was sick.

"Shawn?" I sit next to him and he lays between my legs, moving his head to my shoulder.

"Y/N" Shawn croaks. He definitely had no voice right now.

"Hey what happened to your voice?"

"He lost it because he's been crying all day." Geoff explains to Shawn's dismay.

I could tell Shawn wanted to speak to me but didn't want anyone else to be there. He did this a lot as he was comfortable talking to me about anything.

"Please can you give us a minute?" I ask politely and the boys leave, understanding looks on their faces.

I squeeze Shawn tighter, stroking his hair.

"What happened to you?" I whisper softly in his ear, rubbing his earlobes with my finger.

"I... I feel like crap... can't breathe, can't get my voice out and..."

I knew what was wrong with him. Knowing Shawn as well as I do, I was able to conclude that he had lost his voice, which caused his anxiety to worsen as he couldn't record.

Shawn has had anxiety for a few months now. He gets days where he is perfectly fine, then he has days like this, when it would literally floor him.

"Y/N get him home. He needs rest." Andrew tells me, helping Shawn stand.

"I need to get my bag." Shawn croaks, leaving me alone with Andrew.

"Y/N... make sure he rests properly. Give him lots of green tea for his voice and it also helps his anxiety. Just take care of him." Andrew explains. He really did care for Shawn like a younger brother. "I'm giving him the rest of the week off. Actually, he's not allowed to work for a week. Tell him I said that."

"I will, I'll put him to bed right away."

Shawn comes out of the small dressing room attached to the studio, holding his bag. I could physically tell how weak he was so I take his bag off him.

"Come on, lets get you home." I say, kissing his cheek to comfort him. He definitely had a medium if not high grade fever.

I help him into the car, even if he was able to get in himself the thought of being taken care of might help him.

"Right, once we get home you're going straight to bed." I plant a kiss on his cheek, putting his seatbelt on for him.

"Thanks Y/N." He was definitely losing his voice.

As soon as we get home, I help Shawn into bed. He was wearing sweatpants so there was no need to change him.

"Let me check your temperature." I brush some hair out of his face. "100.1. Right, Andrew told me to make sure you rested and he's given you the rest of the week off."

Shawn nods, trying to save his voice.

"Can we cuddle?" Shawn asks in an innocent way. I could clearly see tiredness in his eyes, but pain was the main thing I saw.

"Of course... you need taking care of honey." I lay beside him and he shuffles about so that his head lays on my chest. "Get some sleep." I kiss his forehead, letting him sleep in my arms.

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