shawn mendes imagines

the wrong girl (pt.2)

"Shawn, come on, pull yourself together," I sigh, patting the drivers seat for him to sit down on, reaching my hands out to button on the carelessly put together tux.

"Stop," he yelled, slapping my hands away roughly. I froze and pulled my fingers back, heart dropping as realization settled into my mind. He was angry. Of course he was, if he were to do something so selfish to me, I would be more than just angry.

"I've been sitting in Laur's bedroom for the past month, having doubts about my love for her. I've never had doubts. Not until Cameron called you out in front of the entire fucking rehearsal," he screamed, tears welling up in his distressed brown eyes, "You made me go through hell these past few weeks! You shouldn't have been so stupid, you should've fucking told me you had feelings for me the second they developed. I can't believe you."

His body was faced towards the front, eyes failing to meet mine as his chest rose and fell unevenly. Sharp breaths left his lips as he shut his eyes and swallowed, dark lashes lining the red of his cheeks.

"Shawn, ple-"

"And yet I still want you," he whispered, completely ignoring me all together, "after all of this, I still want you."

My heart almost jumped out of my chest as soon as I heard the words. But I couldn't do this to him, nor to Laur. It just wasn't worth it.

"You're saying this out of anger, or pity, or whatever the fuck you're feeling right now, Shawn. Don't ruin this for yourself, especially not over me. Get your ass into that damn church and marry Laur," I say, trying to put as much force as I could into my words, but giving away my unsureness by the crack in my voice.

"Shut up," he mumbled, "Just shut up."

"It's been you all along. I want you, nobody else. Just you. I've been thinking, you know, while we were apart, after the little outburst. And I just remember how you were the only one who stayed by me, since what, age three? I remember the time I got my knee scraped for the first time, we must've been barely five, and I couldn't stop crying. There was blood everywhere, so you helped me limp all the way back home so my mum could bandage it all up."

I laughed lightly at the memory, the flood of the little recollections reminding me of how easy life used to be when we were younger. He continued on, staring at me with wistful eyes and happy smile.

"Age thirteen, when I didn't make the hockey team because I didn't know how to skate. You made me get back on the ice, you forced me to go to every single practice so I could learn how to hold the stick correctly and move the puck in the right way. I turned out to be the best player that season."

"Age fifteen, I got my heart broken for the first time. I didn't stop crying for days, weeks, so you walked to my house every night so I could have someone to lay with, someone to hold."

"Age sixteen, I failed my first drivers test. You were always the quicker learner, so every Friday you dragged me out of my bedroom and taught me how to move the stick shift and which pedal was which. I got my license the month after."

"Age twenty three, I found my first love. Well, at least I thought I did. You supported me every step of the way, hiding your feelings for me for the sake of my well being. I've never met anyone who's been willing to sacrifice so much for me, someone so selfless. I love you, Y/N. Not Laur, you. I know that now."

By the time he was finished I was left in tears, the droplets leaving a pattern on my silk dress and wetting the skin of my cheeks. He reached his hand out to tilt my face towards his, the pads of his thumbs ridding of any tears left on my cheeks.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine, Shawn. I hope you know that," I murmured.

I felt a pair of lips meet mine as the words left my mouth, a sharp gasp leaving my throat at the sudden contact. Our lips moved in sync as his calloused fingertips danced around the clothed skin of my waist. The feeling he gave me made me feel infinite, it was exactly what I'd dreamt of for the past ten years. He pulled back after what seemed like minutes, eyes looking at mine with an emotion I couldn't exactly put my finger on.

"God, how could I have lived so long without loving you like this?

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i cried while writing this oh

i was gonna write a part three to this but i didnt wanna like drag it too far on yanno. oh & sorry if there's typos in here it was just too long for me to proofread lmao im so lazy

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