Shawn Mendes Imagines

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{A/N} Warning; sad. don't read if you have a problem with crying.

GUYS MY FLIGHT GOT DELAYED SO I'M UPDATING AGAIN. HURRAY FOR BAD WEATHER.

You sit on the couch with your best friend, catching up on your favorite netflix shows, just laughing at talking together.

Your phone buzzes in the middle of a show.

"Oh, Shawn's on his way home," You say.

"Where is he?" She turns to face you.

"He was going to Carter's birthday party," You answer, pulling your hair up into a bun by leaning over the floor and wrapping the hair-tie around your tangle of hair.

"Oh," She bites her lip. "So are you guys getting. . . serious?"

You roll your eyes, laughing. "C'mon, you know I don't know the answer to that. I never know what step we're on, we just go with the flow and when things happen we just, I don't know, accept it."

"Interesting."

You focus your attention back to the tv and continue to watch your show until you hear the front door open.

A few seconds later, Shawn leans through the doorway.

"Hey, Y/N," He says quietly.

"Hey," You smile. "Wanna come watch Teen Wolf with us?"

He looks down at the ground and shrugs. "I don't think so," He says. "I'm kind of tired."

"Shawn, are you okay?"

He presses his lips together and clenches his fists as he leans them against the wooden door frame, causing them to turn white from the pressure. His brown eyes start welling up with tears as he looks down at the floor, shaking his head quickly as his bottom lip quivers.

"No, not really," He manages.

You turn to your best friend and she basically reads your eyes, grabbing her things and standing to her feet.

"I'm gonna go," She says, "Y/N, I'll see you tomorrow."

She gives Shawn one quick glance before disappearing down the hall, exiting through the front door.

You motion for Shawn to come over to you, so he could sit down, but he shakes his head again.

"I can't. . . I can't sit," He croaks. He was fully crying by now, his eyes red as drop after drop spills down his cheeks.

"Why not?" You ask.

"Because you're going to hate me after I say this."

You carefully cock your head to the side, your lips parting.

"Shawn, you're scaring me. . . "

"I w-wasn't at Carter's party. I was at th-the doctor's office," He says slowly through a sigh.

"Why? Are you okay?" You stand up, walking across the room to him.

"No, not really. My body is, like. Uhm," He has trouble forming words through all his tears, and they just come out quickly and don't make much sense.

You press your chest to his as you wipe off a few tears with your thumb, cupping his chin and forcing him to look at you.

"Tell me what's going on, Shawn. I'll understand."

He stares at you for a little while longer before turning away, sucking in his cheeks and rubbing his right eye with his palm.

"Y/N," He says, "I. . . "

"You what?"

"I can't say it, I don't want it to be true. I can't say it."

"Tell me, Shawn!"

He bites his lip, his teeth sinking deep into the pink skin and turning it white, too.

"I have cancer," He finally says.

You freeze.

You feel your cheeks start to heat up as you lock your eyes on his shoulder, not moving, barely breathing.

It took you a while to say anything, you still couldn't bring your gaze back to him.

"You. . . are you serious?"

He slowly nods, and then your eyes start to sting, too.

It was all he could do to reach out to you, slipping his arms around your waist as you throw yours over his shoulders and lock your arms tightly behind his upper back.

You cry into his shoulder and he cries into yours, and it took all the strength in you to hold onto him.

"We can get through this together, Shawn."

"No, sweet baby," He mumbles. "This is my problem."

"It's our problem and you're gonna get through it," You assure him, your voice shaky. "I know you will."

He tugs on your waist a little more, his arms getting tighter as he breathes into you, and neither of you wanted to let go.

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A/N

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