A/n: Explicit language warning for this imagine! Also, this is before you and Shawn live together. Okay, let's begin.

I was visiting my boyfriend of two years, singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes, at his place in Toronto, Canada. He's currently at a meeting. I just got in, his friend Brian drove me from the airport to Shawn's place. Shawn said that he felt bad that he couldn't pick me up but he couldn't cancel the meeting and he knew that I would be in good hands with Brian.

I walked into Shawn's placed and immediately gasped. It looked like a tornado went through and wrecked his place. He had journals all over the place, towels and clothes were strewn everywhere. Plates that still had food on them were out. His other dishes weren't in the dishwasher. Guitars were out of place. His place was a complete and utter mess. I decided to take care of my boyfriend and clean up this mess.

I picked up the journals one by one and stacked them on top of each other. I gathered the pencils that had been strewn around the coffee table and placed them in a small pile next to the journals, which I put on the nightstand next to his bed, that way, if he got an idea while in bed, he could just reach for one of the journals and write it down.

I picked up all of the dirty towels and dirty clothes that were scattered across the apartment, mostly on the floor in Shawn's bedroom, and put them in the washer that was in Shawn's place.

I threw out the food that had been left out, it would have gone bad by now since it was out in the open. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and started that load. As soon as they were done in the dishwasher, I dried them off and put them away in their rightful places.

I picked up the guitars that were scattered around the apartment, mostly the living room, and put them away in the right places. I soon heard the door to Shawn's apartment open and then close.

"What the hell?" I heard Shawn say. I rushed over to him.

"What's wrong baby boy?" I asked. He looked furious.

"Did you move my journals?" He asked angrily. I nodded and played with my fingers, a nervous habit that I have.

"Well, yeah, but -" I said before I was so rudely interrupted.

"And did you move my fucking guitars?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I put them away for you." I said.

"Did I fucking say that you could touch my guitars?" He asked. I backed up a little. I've never seen him like this, and it was a little scary.

"No, but I was just trying to tidy up and clean up the place. It looked a bit messy so I thought that you wouldn't mind it if I cleaned it for you." I said.

"Did I ask you to clean up my place?" He asked. I shook my head no.

"No, but I wanted to take care of you." I said.

"Well maybe I don't need you to take care of me!" He yelled.

"You know what Shawn, I need to leave, because you obviously don't want me here, and obviously your guitars are too precious to be touched by someone other than you and Mayer. I need to go." I said as I grabbed my keys and stormed past him.

"No, wait, baby, I didn't mean that." He said, but I was already out the door.

Shawn's point of view

I just fucked up. Like, majorly fucked up. I came home to my apartment. I had been so happy on my way home because I knew that my girl was going to be there. But when I got to my place, things had been moved, like my precious guitars and my song journals. Y/n thinks that only my friend John Mayer and I can touch my guitars. My guitars are indeed special to me, but she's more special to me than anything in this world. She can touch them if she wants.

She was just trying to tidy up the place, make it look more presentable. I looked around my apartment. My journals and my collection of pencils that had been on the coffee table were now next to my bed. The guitars were now in their rightful places. The bad food had been thrown away, and the dishes had been done. It even looked like she had swept the floors. She's amazing, truly wifey material. But I just fucked up and that made her leave.

I need to go see her, but where could she possibly be? She knows the area a little bit, but not too well, which kind of scares me. I hope that she was able to navigate a way to my friend Brian's place. He doesn't live too far away from me. I called him up.

"Hey man, what's up?" He asked.

"Is Y/n with you?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"No, why?" He asked.

"Dammit. I yelled at her for a shitty reason and then she left." I said.

"Shit man. You must have really fucked up. Do you want me to help you find her?" Brian said and asked. I shook my head even though he couldn't see me.

"No, I have to do this on my own. Thanks though." I said.

"You're welcome. Alright, enough talking, go find your girl." Brian said.

"Alright, bye." I said, and with that, we hung up.

I ran out to my Jeep, JBone, and went to a local coffee shop that her and I have been to before. I looked around, she was nowhere in sight. I went up to the barista and described my girlfriend's appearance, I even showed her a picture.

"Have you seen her?" I asked. The barista nodded.

"Yeah she was in here a little bit ago to buy a coffee. She looked sad if I'm being completely honest with you." She said. I nodded.

"Okay. Do you remember what kind of coffee she got?" I asked.

"Yup." She said.

"I would like the same thing please." I requested. I got the coffee, paid, and left. I drove to a park that we went to. I walked all around, and I couldn't find her. I called Brian again, hoping that she had wandered to his place.

"She's not here in case you're wondering." Brian said.

"Shit. Where the hell could she be? Oh, I think I know. I gotta go, bye." I said, and immediately hung up.

I drove to the local bookstore, the one that she's always liked. It was the first place that I took her to, besides my place, because I know how much she loves books. It's a quaint little store. I walked in, the coffee - which was probably cold by now - in hand, and searched the store. I finally found her, sitting on the floor in one of the aisles. She had a book out and was reading it.

"Want a coffee?" I asked, sitting down next to her. She looked up at me and frowned. She turned back to the book.

"No thank you." She said.

"It's the same kind that you ordered at the coffee shop. I asked them if they had seen you and they let me buy the same coffee that you got." I said.

"That's nice." She said.

"Baby, please talk to me." I pleaded. She looked up at me, sadness in her eyes, and my heart broke.

"I don't want to. Why don't you go back to your precious guitars and precious journals?" She said and asked, still looking at me.

"Because I don't want to. I want to be with you. We hadn't seen each other in a while and that was my first reaction? God I'm such a fuck up." I said, putting the coffee down so I could tug at my curls, a bad habit that I have. She pulled my hands away from my hair gently and held my hands in hers. Her touch electrified me but made me feel safe and warm at the same time.

"Stop, you're not a fuck up. You had every right to get mad at me. I moved your stuff without asking. I just, I saw that your place looked messy so I wanted to help." She explained.

"No, I had no right to get mad at you. I had a rough meeting and you were helping me, and for some reason I didn't see that at the time and I got mad. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I now realize that you were just trying to help. I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me." I pleaded. She game me a small smile and nodded before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Okay, I forgive you. Do you want to go back to your place now?" She asked. I looked at the book.

"Let's buy some books first." I said.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes lighting up with happiness. I laughed and nodded.

"Yes, my love. I know you want them." I said. She giggled and nodded.

"I do." She said.

"Baby, can I ask you something?" I asked as we stood up to look at more books. She smirked.

"Technically you just did." She said. I shook my head and chuckled.

"Stop that. I was just wondering, and well, and do you think that I would make a good husband someday?" I said and asked. She stopped looking at the books and looked at me instead, her eyes wide.

"I think that you would make a great husband. Why do you ask that?" She said and asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know, I just, I guess that when I saw how you had cleaned up my place I realized that you would be great wifey material." I said. She blushed, causing me to laugh.

"Well thank you." She said with a smile. Phew, she wasn't freaked out by that. I hugged her from behind as she took a sip of the coffee. "It's cold." She said. I frowned.

"Sorry about that honey. I looked everywhere for you so that's probably why it's so cold. How long have you been here for?" I asked. She thought for a moment.

"It's okay. It's still good coffee. Well, first I went to the park but it's a little too cold out for that, so I came here." She said, now back to browsing the books. I nodded and helped her browse. I know what types of books she likes.

"Here, look at this one." I said, showing her a book. She read the description of it on the back and nodded.

"I don't have much money on me but I like this one." She said.

"Well don't worry baby because I'm paying. Get as many books as your little heart desires." I said. She smiled but shook her head.

"No baby, I could never do that to you." She said.

"I'm serious. Get as many as you want." I said.

"Are you sure?" She asked. I smiled and nodded.

"I'm positive." I said. She got a total of ten books, and we headed back to my place. I let Brian know that I had found her and that she was safe. He sent me a thumbs up emoji. We cuddled up to each other on the now clean couch. I like the feeling of her body practically molded perfectly into my body.

"Shawn?" She asked as we watched a movie. I paused the movie and turned to her.

"Yes my dear?" I asked.

"I'm really sorry that I touched your guitars." She said. I pulled her so she was on top of me.

"Baby, you can touch any and all of my guitars. Those aren't just for Mayer and I. You can touch them if you'd like, just don't smash them." I said with a smirk. She giggled and shook her head.

"I won't smash them, I promise." She said. I kissed her forehead.

"I love you darling." I said.

"I love you too baby." She said as she rested her head on my chest.

"Do you want to cuddle like this? I don't mind, but you won't be able to see the movie my love." I asked and said.

"I like this. If I'm too heavy, let me know and I'll get off of you." She said. My heart broke.

"Baby, you're perfect. Come on, close your eyes and rest. You look tired." I said. She hummed and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep. I let her sleep until it was nighttime, and then I woke her up.

"Huh? Did I fall asleep?" She asked. I nodded. We stood up.

"You did. Come on baby, it's time for bed." I said.

"Sorry." She said. I frowned.

"Why are you sorry love?" I asked.

"Because I fell asleep on you for so long and because you got mad at me today." She said. I brought her in for a hug.

"It's okay Y/n. Come on, let's go to sleep. We can cuddle some more." I said. She offered me a tired smile and we went to bed.

"Good night Shawny. I love you." She said. I kissed her forehead.

"Good night Y/n. I love you too." I said, and with that, we fell asleep.