Shawn Mendes Imagines

Love Letter - Part 3

before you continue, if this is your first time reading this then you should know that I made a fanfic for it with characters and everything using this story plot, so if you like it you should go check it out! It's called "Love Letter".

I love you, Y/N.

He loves you.

He wrote this twenty years ago.

I hope that you can forgive me one day, even if that day is years and years from now, I will wait.

Out of all the paragraphs in this letter, that was the one that you read over and over and over, your eyes trained on the words, I will wait.

"Mom?" Your son calls from upstairs.

You quickly fold the paper back up and shove it in your back pocket, throwing everything else into the box and walking into the doorway.

"Yeah?" You say, sounding a little too shaky.

"Dad just finished loading the trailer, and he needs those boxes up now. Do you need me to get them?"

You take him in from head to toe, and notice that even at fifteen, he'd become unbelievable buff from all the weight-lifting and wrestling he's been doing. That means in the competition of strength, he won. Just like that.

"Sure, why not," You roll your eyes, watching as he walks past you and lifts the box with ease.

"I'll tell dad you'll meet him at the new house," He says as he approaches the top of the stairs.

"Actually," You blurt out, biting your lip as he turns to face you, waiting for the rest to come out. "Actually.. I have something to take care of first. I don't know how long it will take, but I'll be back in time to help unload and everything."

"Okay," He shrugs. "Must be important."

"Oh, just.. bills and stuff. Nothing to worry about."

He nods and grabs the box again, disappearing down the hall.

You run your fingers through your hair and sweat trickles on your forehead as you run out the sliding basement door, across the wet grass, up the hill, across the driveway, and into your car, all in one breath.

You pull out your phone and check the time, then carefully scroll through your phone until you find his name in your contacts. Multiple phone updates since then and you always made sure to keep his number. Not that you would use it, but it felt like betrayal of yourself deleting everything about him.

You click "unblock caller" and all of his information pops up on the screen. His address was there, but it must've changed since then.

You press your lips together and sigh heavily, scrolling back to the top and clicking on his number, raising the phone to your ear.

After three rings, you quickly pull away and hang up.

What were you even thinking? His number can't be the same as it was twenty years ago, and even if it was, what would you say?

But to your horror, you'd hung up too late. And now he was calling back.

You panic, staring at the screen with your entire body shaking.

It could not be him, it could be an old lady who has his new number. It could not be him.

You carefully click on the green button.

"H-hello?"

"Y/N? Is that you?"

You flinch at the sound of his voice. He sounds really nervous, and you realize you shouldn't be the nervous one. This was it. This was him. He waited twenty years for this.