Shawn Mendes Imagines

11 - Don't Ever Forget

"Come on, slowpoke! Let's go on the Ferris wheel." I said, rushing my best friend.

It's been a while since we finally got to hang out. He has been out on tour for the past months and to say I missed him would be an understatement. As much as I wanted to go with him, school works have been holding me back.

"y/n! Slow down would you? We've been going from ride to ride for the past hour... I'm hungry!" He said trying to keep up with me.

"You're always hungry, Shawn. Besides, it's been long time since we last hung out. Who knows when the next time will be once you go back on tour."

"At least calm down. Let's just get ice cream then let's go on the ride, okay?"

"Fine." I said, pouting.

We bought a cone each and made our way to the Ferris wheel. We had so much fun riding it. After the ride, we went back to my flat. We were watching a movie and took loads of pictures together.

"y/n, promise me something?" He suddenly said in the middle of the movie.

"Sure. What is it, Shawnee?"

"You know I hate it when you call me that. Anyway, promise me that no matter what happens... don't ever forget me, okay? Even if we drift apart or if I'm away too much... Just... never forget that I was there for you in most of the times that you needed me. Never forget that I will do everything and anything just to help you."

"Of course I won't. You mean too much to me to forget. What's up with all this nonsense, anyway?"

"Just promise me."

"Sure."

He hugged me and stroked my hair as I snuggled against his side. After a while, I looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet at first then it became passionate. The butterflies in my stomach just won't seem to calm down. I've never felt so... in love with him.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He said, breaking away from the kiss. "I love you, y/n. I always had, always will."

"I love you too, Shawn."

We kissed again and fell asleep in each other's arms. When I woke up, the couch felt cold. Shawn was nowhere to be found. I saw a note on the desk in my room that said:

"Princess,

Sorry I'm not there with you right now. I had to go somewhere. I'll call you later if I could, okay? I love you, don't you ever forget that. -Shawn"

It was strange of him to leave like that but I didn't mind. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast when the phone started ringing. I picked it up and brought it to my ear, knowing that it would just be my brother basing off from the caller ID.

"What do you want this time, idiot?" I answered the phone.

"y/n, I'm coming over."

"Why would you come over? Don't you have class?"

"I'm worried about my little sister living all alone for the past months, okay? At least make me check up on you once in a while. Besides, it's our spring break."

"Fine."

"Be there in a few."

Then he hung up. I changed my clothes and cleaned the house up a little. After 20 minutes, Rex came in. I greeted him with a hug and he hugged me back.

"y/brother/n, guess what? It seems as if you're not the only one in love with your best friend but this time, I actually got lucky." I said after the greetings.

"Are you sure you're not sick or hallucinating?" He asked, checking my forehead, neck, and cheeks as if my temperature changed or something. "Have you been taking drugs?"

"There is no way that I would take drugs. And why would I be sick? And I'm definitely not hallucinating, okay? Why is it so hard for you to believe that maybe Shawn was into me and our feelings are mutual? He visited yesterday and I've literally spent the day with him before he confessed." I asked frowning. He gave me a weird look as if he was getting ready to call the mental hospital. "Don't believe me? Then take a look at my phone. We even took pictures with each other."

I unlocked the phone and handed it over to him carefully.

"Wow... you sure do take a lot of selfies."

"... Huh? What are you talking about? Let me see."

I grabbed the phone from him and... There wasn't a single picture of me and Shawn together... it was just... me. But how?

"y/n, I hate to be the one to tell you this but... Shawn's dead. He died in a car crash weeks ago. He just got back from tour and I guess he was on his way here when a delivery truck hit his Uber. He was rushed to the hospital but he was dead on arrival. I'm really sorry but I thought someone has told you by now." He said placing a hand on my shoulder.

Tears start streaming down my face and my hands started shaking. I didn't make everything up! He was here!

"N-no. H-he c-can't b-be. I just saw him yesterday. He even left me a note this morning." I said trying to sound sane.

"y/n," y/b/n started but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying because I was too busy looking at the figure standing behind him.

It was Shawn. He was pale, bloody, wounded, floating, and had bloodshot eyes. His usually pink lips were now blue with a few cuts on it and his brown hair looked dull. I slowly backed away from my brother when I hit the couch and fell back. Everything came back to me... If none of it ever happened with him... how did yesterday happen? Then I remembered the weird looks I received from other people ad this one lady asking me if I was okay. It all made sense now. I cradled myself and started crying.

"I'll leave you for a while. Call me when you're feeling better, okay? Maybe you need some time to sink it in." y/b/n said leaving.

"I tried to tell you princess. Don't ever forget me, okay? Remember, I love you." I heard Shawn whisper. I felt two arms wrapped around me and I hugged him, one last time. Then... he was gone. I was alone again. I can finally cry in peace.

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A/N: This was an old Niall Horan imagine I wrote last year. I actually based it off a short film my brother made for one of his classes. He's taking up Mass Communication so this was a requirement from them. I honestly do not give a shit if he gets pissed at me for using his plot because he practically embarrassed me in my class when I asked him to be our speaker in film making. If it's not obvious, I despise him for what he did. That was the first time I asked him to help me with something major then he tells my class to call me "Pikachu" when I sneeze and to bully me because I'm worthless. I know I'm worthless but he doesn't have to make my class push me around like I have been ever since I was in kindergarten! He has always been one of the reasons why I used to selfharm. Enough of this. Sorry for the rant.

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