Shawn Mendes Imagines

30 days

A/N: got the whole breakup and get back together idea in a request from @mek_fanfics and kind of merged it with an idea I had earlier

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Y/N's POV

"Can we be friends at least?"

"Shawn, I want to be friends, I do. But we only just ended it a few days ago and I need time apart to just let go of... us."

"Okay, that's fine. I don't want to pressure you but how long do you think you'll need?"

I think for a moment, chewing on my lip. "Please don't contact me for a month... 30 days."

"Okay... a month it is."

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"So why exactly did you and Shawn end it?" my sister asks me over the phone.

"I told you already, we were fighting too much. Literally we would not stop arguing and he said so much shit to me. We're gonna try and be friends though."

"Friends? You two are going to try being friends?"

"Yes. Neither of us want to have bad blood especially not when we go to the same school. I can't be enemies with my ex when I see him around campus constantly."

"Well it sucks you broke up... I liked having him around."

"Gee, thanks for being on my team sis," I say sarcastically.

" Of course I'm on your side, I'm just saying it'll be weird without Shawn."

"Yeah... it will be."

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Shawn's POV

I sit on the couch, not really knowing what to do with myself. Friday night... Y/N always slept over on Friday nights. But tonight she wasn't here, obviously.

I try keeping myself busy, but it all feels wrong so I eventually decide to just go to bed.

The next day felt wrong too. I always took her out for lunch on Saturdays. But today, I ate alone.

Three times throughout the day I wanted to call her. I usually called her on days she didn't come over. I wanted to send her a quick text and ask what she was up to. Instead, I focused on my homework.

By Sunday, I realized it would all probably feel wrong for a while. We had become a part of each other's routines. But I would just have to adjust to the new normal.

I check the date on my phone. 'Twenty six days left,' my brain says, but I push the thought away.

I tried not to keep track, but I couldn't seem to erase it from my brain. Each day, whether I liked it or not, I knew how much time there was left until I could reach out to her.

'It's because I want her to be back in my life, as a friend,' I told myself.

Without realizing, I subconsciously smile at my lock screen, a picture of me and her. I quickly switch it off. I should probably change that.