Shawn Mendes Imagines

Unloved

I pulled down my sleeves of my sweater looking around the hallway. Stupid faces that I don't care about watch me as my cold dark sick eyes stare back. It doesn't feel right to be here. I don't wanna be here. I have no one to ask for help. And when I do, they tell me the same thing "it gets better y/n". But what if it doesn't? "When does it get better?" has always been a question I've asked myself. I wanna cry, but I'm all dried up. I meet a pair of eyes with a face I haven't seen since middle school. Shawn Mendes. He transferred to a different school because he got all famous. But he didn't look famous. He looked drained of energy and his hair was sticking out like he hasn't brushed it. But he was still so beautiful. I don't know if he's the same, I hope so. He was a humble child and wanted to be friends with everybody.

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Lunch time came and I didn't eat. Wasn't hungry. Just like the rest of the days. I haven't eaten in two weeks. I sat under a shaded tree and lit up a cigarette. I use to have anxiety attacks and cigarettes help me calm down. I was a mess I know, but I don't know what to do to fix it. I felt someone presence as they lingered over me.

"Do you have an extra?"

"Shawn Mendes" I smiled.

He sat down next to me taking my cigarette and puffing the last breathe.

"You look like a druggy" he teased.

"You look like you overdosed" I replied.

He chuckled and put the cigarette out.

"A pretty face like yours doesn't need a cigarette" he smirked.

I gasped at one word that just spilled out of his mouth. Pretty. Nobody's ever called me that. And all the hate that I use to get came flooding back. I felt tears welt up but I fought them off.

"You okay?" He asked.

I shook my head and sighed.

"What's wrong y/n?" He said holding my shoulder.

He actually looked concerned. His eyes narrowed at me. His soft hand holding my shoulder. I shifted around. A boy like him has never touched me like that.

"Please stop" I sighed.

"Do you wanna come over?" He asked.

I shrugged and nodded. I don't know if he's gonna pry my feelings or defenestrate me for not giving him a chance of thought. Either one I'm sure I'll end up hurt.

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"I know how you feel y/n" he sighed pushing back his dark brown hair.

"How?"

"Because when I was on tour, I was stressed" he replied leaning against his bed.

I nodded and sighed.

"But you don't know what it feels like to be not loved. You have millions of girls who adore you" I scoffed.

"Yeah, and I love them too. But it's different, I wanna be with someone who's equally crazy as I am" he chuckled.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"They're all pretty much the same crazy as you are Mendes"

He smiled and scoffed a little.

"I've liked you for a long time, did you know that?" He said breaking the silence we carried.

I looked at him confused.

"Don't be stupid Mendes. Nobody can love me" I chuffed.

"How do you know?" He said Scooting closer to me.

"Because I'm worthless piece of paper" I sighed.

He grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes.

"How can I prove to you you're not?" He asked meaningfully.

I sighed and closed my eyes leaning my head on the bed. He squeezed my hand and I rested my head on shoulder.

"Just sit here and tell me things to make me stay living"