Just one I thought of as I've lost my voice and have to sing tomorrow yay

Shawn's POV

My throat had been killing me all day. Today was my NYE performance and I had to perform three songs. I chose Mercy, TYB and TNHMB. I'd start with TNHMB, then TYB and end with Mercy.

"Please welcome Shawn Mendes."

"Toronto how are you feeling?" My voice cracks as I say 'feeling'. Damn it.

I begin to sing TNHMB. I could get away with voice cracks here and there in it mainly because of that's how my voice sounds in the studio version. TYB was also okay as people sing along. But Mercy is hard. It's a ballad and a hard one as I have to push my voice to hit the notes.

But my voice completely goes during the 'consuming all the air inside my lungs' part and I get a sharp pain in ny throat. The pre recording kicks in to help me but I usher for it to be stopped as I hated playback. But I regret it as my voice kept on cracking until the end of the song and I couldn't hit the high notes.

"Thank you" I manage to say before running into my dressing room and I begin to cry, letting out all of the emotion I felt on stage. I just messed up the biggest performance of my life in front of a home crowd and its killing me.

Your POV

I see Shawn run off stage after his performance, so I go to his dressing room, taking some hot tea with honey into his room to ease his throat pain.

I see Shawn sitting on the floor, head in his hands, sobbing.

"Shawnie" I open my arms for him and I feel my shoulder getting wet from his tears. He digs his head into my chest. "Hey what's up?"

"I...I messed up Y/N" I can hear pain in his voice. Mental and physical pain.

"Shawn your voice is sore. All singers have bad days and the fact that you kept singing even when your voice was sore instead of using playback shows you're a true artist." I comfort him, rubbing my hand up and down his back.

"Thanks Y/N"

"It's okay. Let's get you home so I can give you a steamer thing for your voice." I help him to his feet and we go home. Shawn lays down in bed after getting changed and I bring in the steamer. "Here you go my love." He takes the steamer thing and then I get him some tea and paracetamol for his throat pain. "Drink" I order and I make sure he drinks it hot.

I then get him some soothers and put them at his bedside.

"Get to sleep honey." I hold him close to me and he falls asleep in my arms, and I held him tight - I knew despite what I did today he would have no voice tomorrow which would upset him more.

Happy New Year. The UK is still in 2017 (22 46 rn) xx