shawn mendes imagines

T.K.O

a/n: this is in Shawn's point of view :)

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After the huge rainfall over the past two days, the sun decided to show itself and blaze violently over Toronto. This is something that everyone was praying and hoping for. People are out and about on the street, in parks, in shops, everywhere. The enormous yellow star is making everyone happy and bubbly, except one person: me. Even though it's clear outside, my mind is still hosting a thunderstorm.

Since completing my huge festival run and performing at numerous award shows, it's time for me to take a break from music before hitting the road again for tour. This time isn't being spent as it should, as my head and thoughts and emotions have other plans in store for me.

Loneliness and sadness have taken over my whole body. I stay inside, watching hockey, doing absolutely nothing. This has been happening for the past couple days. I used to think it was the overwhelming feeling of all the performing and singing dying down, but no. I just feel as if I'm missing a piece of myself. In my mind, in my soul, in my heart. I have the urge of just needing someone.

Someone who completes me. Someone who can constantly make me smile and not feel one bit of sadness. Someone who can be there when I most need it. When I need comfort, when I need someone to talk to, to cuddle with, to watch movies with.

Sure, my friends and family can fill in most of these things, but I want something more with someone special. This longing feeling is killing me inside. I don't want to seem desperate in any way, shape, or form, but it does seem like it.

~Next Day~

Ring Ring Ring Ring

Who the hell is calling me. I'm trying to sleep. Oh, Andrew.

"I am sleeping the hell you want?" I say in a groggy voice.

"Sleeping? It's 10 in the morning?! Cmon and get your ass up. We're going out for a bit," Andrew says on the other end. I sigh.

"Dude, I don't feel like it. I-uh, I'm sick. Cough cough," I fake, knowing it wouldn't work one bit.

"No. You've been stuck inside for days now. You've done nothing. You've become a hermit. We'll just go for lunch and then walk around just to get fresh air. Then you can go back to your beauty sleep princess Shawn," Andrew said.

"Ugh, fine. Also, I'm not a princess," I scoff. I start shuffling out of bed, still keeping the phone to my ear.

"Alright, good. I'll be over in 15," he says, then hangs up.

I sigh again. Why can't he just leave me alone. I spent months with him already. I can't fight him, though, I know him.

I brushed my teeth, got dressed in a loose t-shirt and black jeans, and styled my hair just a little bit. If I'm going out for one day, I want to look a little nice.

Andrew arrived right on the dot, exactly 15 minutes later. He didn't hesitate, he pulled me out of my condo and right into his car. At least I'm back in some sort of shelter.

"What's up man? You've stayed inside for a while now," Andrew asked as we drove into the city.

"I don't know. Just some stuff inside my head," I reply, earning a 'hm' from him.

We drove for another 10 minutes before arriving at a restaurant. It was all a green-white aesthetic and was pretty spacious, not to mention it served healthy food. Just what I need. I haven't been out and I think I need something to stay a little healthy.

We were seated by a man about 2 feet shorter than me, next to the wall in the back. Light shown in through the squares in the ceiling, creating a calming atmosphere. This isn't so bad.