I just had this random idea hehe

Your POV

Today was the day!! I'm a model for (your favourite designer) and an actress, and I would be walking the Met Gala with Shawn, my boyfriend of three and a half years.

I would be wearing this dress.

(So imma insert a few dresses here and then you can choose what you wore lol)

I was so so excited to be going as it was mine and Shawn's first time at an event like this.

"Y/N are you ready?" Shawn asks, coming into my dressing room.

"Yep, all done." I turn around and pride beams all over Shawn's face.

"Beautiful. That's all I'm gonna say." He smiles, kissing my cheek.

"Now," I button up his blazer for him, then tie up the top button. "Let's go and enjoy this."

"Lets go." Shawn puts his arm out for me to grab on to and we walk into the taxi.

I notice Shawn's head leans backwards slightly, and his eyes closed.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I have a headache." He replies, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"I have some paracetomol in my clutch if you want."

"No Y/N I'm okay, thanks." He murmurs quietly. "Can you massage my head?"

"Of course, just put your head in my lap." I knew Shawn - when he was in any pain he needed to be taken care of, even for a few minutes, and then he would feel better.

I gently massage his head, scratching his scalp with my fingers.

"Better?"

"A little." He kisses my cheek to say thank you. I caress his cheek with my thumb before the taxi pulls up.

Shawn gets out of the car before me and opens the door, helping me out.

"Come on beautiful." He takes my hand and we walk to the first row of photographers, all waiting to get a picture of us.

"Shawn look here!"

"Y/N!"

That was all I could hear. I feel Shawn's arm go around me tightly and my hand rests on his shoulder, then moves so it's wrapped around his shoulder. I was wearing very high heels so the height difference was minimal.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." Shawb whispers into my ear, making me smile.

I gaze into his eyes and smile, he smiles back but I know he's in pain.

"Are you okay?" I mouth, taking my arms around his neck, stroking the hair at the back of his neck.

"My headache is getting worse. Its on one side of my head."

"You're getting a migraine honey."

"Shawn Y/N you look cute!" A photographer calls.

Shawn plants a kiss on my cheek, and everyone cheers. Everyone but me.

"Come on, a few more pictures then we can get you into bed." I pat his shoulder comfortingly and continue walking.

There is a staircase coming up and we would have to walk up them. My heels were high and my dress was difficult to walk in.

"I'm going to help you honey. Don't worry." Shawn instantly knew I was going to be struggling. This is what I love most about him - he's a true gentleman.

"Thank you darling." Shawn takes my hand and walks backwards up the stairs, just so I could easily walk.

The photographers went crazy, making sure to have the camera flash on full so that they could record Shawn sorting my dress out and helping me.

I could tell the flash was irritating his migraine and worsoning it by the second.

"Are you okay?" I ask again as I could tell he was in pain.

"I'm okay." He responds, brushing his hair back with his fingers.

"Come here." I cup his cheeks with my hands, before pulling him into a hug, his head digging into my shoulder to block out the light.

"Y/N I need to make sure you have a good time. Come on, lets go."

"Shawn you're in pain." I kiss his cheek, then hug him again, holding him tight.

"Okay, lets stay for a while longer and see some of the exhibits."

"Okay, but don't let go of my hand." I assert. I shouldn't have told him that.

Hailee Steinfeld sees us and comes to greet us.

"Shawn, Y/N!" She gives us both a hug. "Shawn you don't look too good."

"I have a migraine." He replies, now leaning on me for support.

His eyes began to droop and he slowly falls to his knees, fainting in pain.

Hailee and I caught him before he hit the floor, and he regains consciousness before he gets up.

"Shawn!" Hailee helps him stand whilst I get some water for him.

"Hey, lets get you home."

"Hope you feel better." Hailee gives him a quick hug, and gives me one too before she leaves.

"I'm gonna be sick." Shawn points to his mouth, but instead of being sick he collapses again, this time due to weakness.

"Right you're going home." I demand, almost telling him off.

"No... I need to..."

"Shawnie you need sleep and rest. And someone to take care of you." I put my arm around him and help him walk back into the taxi.

The photographers had recorded everything - #FeelBetterShawn was trending on Twitter.

"Shawn lay down honey." I saw he had tears in his eyes due to the pain and help him lay his head in my lap.

"Please can you masaage my head." He almost sobs, and I begin massaging his head just like I did before, stroking his hair with the other hand, which sent him straight to sleep.

When we got back, Shawn quickly undressed and got into bed. I turn the lights off and shut the curtains to block out any light.

Despite the fact that it was the Met Gala, I wasn't wearing too much makeup. I wipe it off and take my hair out of its up do and change into some red Adidas sweatpants and a white vest.

Slowly, I lay beside Shawn.

"Y/N it hurts." Shawn moves his head so that it's resting on my chest, massaging his head.

"Get to sleep honey." I kiss the top of his head, easing him to sleep.

The night didn't go just as I wanted it to, but I was happy laying here, with Shawn in my arms.

I love Teen Wolf hehe