Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drunk Confession: For Zainab

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*Zainab's POV*

At first, I was a little mad when my phone ringing interrupted my private movie night. But, that went away when I saw who was calling me. "Hello?" I picked up.

"Zainab," my best friend Shawn slurred on the other line, "How are you doinggg?"

"Shawn?" I asked, "Are you drunk?"

"Nooo, I don't think so." He clearly was.

"Where are you?" I questioned.

"I went to a bar or something with Matt and some other guys," he explained, "But they said they were going somewhere and now I can't find them." I tried to figure out why Shawn's other friends would leave him drunk at a bar. They must have really had something important to do, or they wouldn't have left him. Not that that makes up for it.

"Shawn, do you know which bar you're at?" I said, starting to put on my shoes. I had to go and get him because for one, he was my friend and I also kind of had a crush on him. I didn't want anything bad to happen to him or for him to get hurt.

"I don't know," Shawn replied.

"Okay, then can you go outside and tell me something that is around there?"

"Okay," Shawn mumbled. In a couple of seconds he spoke again, "There's a road and cars and some trees. Does that help?"

Yes, Shawn. That definitely narrows it down to pretty much anywhere. But, then I heard the sound of a train horn through the phone. I knew he must be at the bar by the train tracks.

"What was that?" Shawn shouted too loudly.

"It was just a train, Shawn," I laughed lightly, grabbing my keys, "Just stay put. I'll be there in ten minutes."

After I parked my car in front of the bar, it didn't take long for me to spot Shawn. He was sitting in the dark on a bench close by, but for some reason he was bent over with his head in his hands. I came over to him. "Shawn, what's up? Why are you upset?" I asked him.

"Because," he looked up at me, "You said you would be here in ten minutes, but you actually got here in twelve minutes." He pouted.

I cracked up a little, remembering the few other times when I had witnessed drunk Shawn. It always went pretty much like that. "Come on," I smiled and held out my hand, "I'll take you to my place. Can you walk?"

"Yes, of course I can," he insisted. And he could, if you counted stumbling as walking. I had to guide him back in the right direction a couple times. I got him in my car and buckled the seatbelt for him before starting to drive.

When I got us back to my apartment, I lead Shawn to the couch. "Here," I said, handing him a comfier shirt, "You left this here and it would probably be better to sleep in."

"You're the best," Shawn beamed.

I sat there for a second, expecting him to change into it, but he didn't. I looked over to him, "Aren't you going to put it on?"

"Not with you watching," he objected, "You have to look away."

"Shawn, it's just your shirt, it doesn't really matter." But he still shook his head, so I turned away. "Are you done?" I asked in a few seconds.

"Yup."

I turned back around and Shawn was now laying on the couch. "I'll be right back," I called as I left the room. I grabbed a couple blankets and my pillow from my room. When I came back to Shawn, I laid out a blanket over him.

"Thank youuu," Shawn chorused as I lied down at the other end of the couch. I didn't want to leave him by himself and I knew I would need to watch him because of how much he had drank. "Thank you for being so nice," Shawn continued to rant as I turned the light out, "Do you want to know a secret? I love you Zainab. I love you so much. You're beautiful. But shhh, I'm not supposed to tell you that because I'm too scared."

I sat up quickly, "What?"

"I said I love you," he repeated, "But I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." And he fell asleep, leaving me to wonder what exactly he meant and if it was really true.

The sunlight coming through the window woke me up the next morning. Shawn wasn't awake yet, so I just waited for him to wake up.

Eventually, I saw his eyes flutter open. He blinked a couple times and mumbled, "W-Where am I?"

"Hey, Shawn," I waved, "Good morning."

"Oh, Zainab. Hi," he looked up at me, "Why does my head hurt so badly?"

"Well, you got pretty drunk last night, so I took you here," I told.

"Oh, yeah, now I remember."

There was a bit of a silence after that. He could have fallen back asleep, but my head was too full of memories and thoughts about what he said the night before to even think of doing so. "Um Shawn," I started, "Can I ask you about something?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" he answered.

"It's about something you said last night while you were drunk," I explained, "You said you loved me, but were too scared to tell me. Is...is that true?"

He was quiet for a few seconds. "I'm going to be completely honest with you, and you don't have to feel the same way, but yes," Shawn said, "It is true. I've liked you for at least two years, but I always knew you would just see me as a friend. I'm sorry if I made this awkward." He closed his eyes and frowned.

"Shawn, you didn't make this awkward at all," I admitted, "I like you too. As more than a friend I mean."

His eyes snapped open, "Really?" I nodded and a big grin came onto Shawn's face. He started to try and sit up, but grimaced before laying back down. "I was thinking maybe I could kiss you, but my head hurts too much to sit up," Shawn spoke.

My lips pulled up into a small smile, "I'll help you with that." I leaned down and pressed my lips to his and he immediately kissed back. Soon we were lying on the couch together in each other's arms.

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This was fun to write lol