Shawn Mendes Imagines

Inexplicable

A/N: wasn't on my phone much today so almost forgot to post 😬

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Y/N's POV

Our conversation replays in my mind over and over again.

Y/N wait! Won't you at least tell me why?

Because it's over! Okay? Just accept it!

Was it something I did?

No... it was nothing he did. He did absolutely nothing wrong. I guess that was part of the problem.

I pull up to my best friend's house, and park my car in the driveway. I sit in silence for a few minutes before finally deciding to go inside.

I knock on the door and she opens it. I talk before she could ask me why I came or why I looked like I had been crying.

"I broke up with Shawn."

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2 years later...

"Oops, I'm sorry," I apologize to the man I bumped into.

As I turn around, he lifts his head up, and that's when I see who it was.

"It's alright— Y/N? Oh my god, it's you," he says as he realizes who I am.

"Hey, Shawn," I respond, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey... I haven't seen you in a while."

I nod awkwardly. "Yeah..."

There's a taunting silence hanging in the air as both of us don't know what to say.

"I should uh, get going. Good to see you, Shawn." I don't give him time to respond as I'm already walking away rapidly.

"Y/N, wait!" He jogs to catch up with me, putting a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Can we like, talk? I mean you never really told me why you ended things."

I let out a dejected sigh. I was really hoping to avoid this for... I dunno, maybe forever?

"Shawn, I can't...."

"Please? Don't I at least deserve to know why? You said it was nothing I did, so what exactly happened?"

I take a breath, frowning. Of course he deserved to know, but if I told him, not only would be furious with me, but it would also change his whole life.

"Yeah okay, you do deserve to know. But I can't do this right now, my friend's waiting."

This was only partially true, but I needed time to get my thoughts together.

He nods. "Sure, whenever you're free."

"Tomorrow? At the cafe across the street."

"I'll be there." He smiles, satisfied. I give him the best smile I could, while feeling like I wanted to vomit. He wasn't at all prepared for what I had to tell him.

We say goodbye and then I start walking down the path, away from him.

When I turn the corner, I see Y/F/N sitting on a park bench, bouncing my almost two year old son on her lap.

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I sit nervously in the cafe, looking at my watch. It was a few minutes to two. He'd be here soon, because knowing Shawn, he wasn't often late.

Just a few seconds later, I see him through the window. He walks into the cafe, and greets me with a smile.

"Hey," he says, pulling out the chair and sitting down across from me.

It was obvious he didn't see the grey push-chair that was mostly hidden behind the table. This was on purpose, and the front was facing the booth where I was sitting.

"Um, do you want anything to drink?" I offer, attempting to diffuse the awkwardness before I dropped a bomb on him. I had already ordered, opting to get here fifteen minutes before him mostly so I could get my bearings.

"Yeah sure, I'll have a coffee." He asks the waitress for an Americano, and then turns back to me.

I knew he wanted me to talk and explain, because he came here for answers, not coffee. I take a deep breath.

"Okay look, I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm gonna tell it to you straight. You're probably gonna be mad and you might hate me...."

"Honestly, I don't think I could ever hate you," he says gently. "Please, just tell me."

I reach down into the push-chair next to me, which Shawn notices for the first time. His face switches to confusion.

I pick up the infant that was sitting quietly in it, and place him in my lap.

"Shawn, this is our son."

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A/N: pt. 2 coming next week 👇👇