Shawn mendes imagines

The locket

It was us.
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"Y/n?" Shawn whispered, peering over my shoulder as I sat there hunched over in the hospital chair. Holding my dad's limp hand, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I sighed in relief at the sound of my boyfriend's voice and nodded in response.

"Are you alright Y/n?" He asked me, with such a calming tone that I now realised that yes, I was alright.

"Yeah.... It's just a lot to take in really......he was the only one left..." I sniffed. And it was true. He was the only one left.

When I was younger, my mum died in a car crash- leaving just my dad and I as a result. I didn't really have any other family since my Dad became pretty distant afterwards. We moved across the country. Far away from everything and everyone. That was until he was diagnosed with kidney failure 5 years ago and we were forced to relocate in order to be closer to a hospital. To be honest, I dreaded moving despite the fact it would help my dad. I wasn't used to crowded streets or towns with fancy stores. I wasn't used to there being thirty, maybe more, kids in my class. And I wasn't used to knowing, let alone caring, for anybody but dad. And then came along Shawn...

Shawn had lived in the town his whole life and just so happened to not only be in most of my classes but live just around the corner. This meant that he got the same bus as me and one day he grew enough courage and managed to start a conversation. It was a bit awkward since I wasn't....well I wasn't used to it. The majority of our conversation was him speaking but I listened with wonder. Not only did I admire the words he was saying, but I was admiring the beauty of his face. I had never seen anyone that appeared that beautiful to me before.

And then before we both knew it, we were going out and he was round mine almost everyday. My dad took him in easily, always praising Shawn the minute he left to go home. I went round to his as well- just not as much as he did mine since I had to look after my dad.

We had been together for three years now.

"I understand Y/n, it's hurt me so much too- I can't even begin to imagine how you feel.......Is there anything I can do?" He asked, placing the coffee he had bought onto the cabinet beside the bed.

"Hold me please."

And soon I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. I relaxed into his body, tears still falling but less so now. I heard him sniffle and soon I felt a drop of water fall onto my forehead. I looked up into his eyes, his now full of tears as well.

"I have nothing now Shawn. Taking care of him was all I did with my life and now he's gone. What's there now?" I asked, waving my arms around in hopelessness.

"Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a locket, "there's still this."

I opened it and peered at the picture.

It was us.

AN: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked the idea as much as you seemed to like my last imagine! xx