Shawn Mendes Imagines

Miracle

A/N: i made a nick robinson imagines book if u didnt know !! theres one imagine up atm & requests are open((:

The air was thick at this time of night. Dark clouds rolled over the skies, a lugubrious atmosphere forming above me. My phone sat atop the hardwood floor, on which I was seated as well. I picked it up.

I stared at it, a blurry reflection of myself played before me in the empty black screen. I quickly unlocked it, pressing on an all too familiar number, waiting to hear his all too familiar voice.

"(Y/n)?" He was almost surprised by my late night call. But then again, I hadn't visited his number in almost a year.

"Shawn," I managed to croak, my stomach turning with nervousness as my finger traced over the top of the empty liquor bottle keeping me company, "I really need you."

"Why, what happened?" His voice was shaky. I knew he hadn't been awaiting a call from me, and to be completely honest, I didn't think I was going to call him tonight either.

There was a long pause. I didn't want to say it, I didn't want him to know I was weak without him, without his love. But one too many lies had left my mouth when we were together, and he deserved to know the truth, "I miss you, a-and I want you."

"It's almost two in the morning, (y/n), I don't think-"

"Please, Shawn. Just one more time," I cried out, my body aching for him, "I'll never bother you again."

"Give me ten minutes," he sighed.

I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and a lighter, one foot crossed over the other, my back against the wall as I smoked in silence, just waiting for him.

"Oh no," were the first two words he said as he opened the white, wooden barrier between us, taking a look at my frail body against the barren, cream colored wall.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I tried."

I knew exactly how sorry he felt for me though, and he'd blame himself for my actions and for my doings. He was thinking that maybe if he hadn't left, I would still be that good girl who fell asleep in his arms every night.

"My baby," he whispered to himself, "(y/n), you're doing it again," he knelt down to look me in the eyes, his large, warm hands felt soothing against my cold ones as he intertwined them.

"Shawn, I called you here for one thing, not for you to give me a lecture about how bad my habits are!" I tore my hands away from his grip, his caramel hued eyes glistening with tears. But he held them in, most likely for me, because he always knew if he cried, I'd cry too.

"Just kiss me," I whimpered, grabbing his neck and pulling him towards me. He quickly declined, removing my hand from the back of his neck, his head hung low, slowly shaking.

And that's when the first tear fell.

He looked up at me, the salty water droplet traveling down his soft skin, falling to the floor. He sniffed, trying to hold himself back, but his efforts were useless.

Tears continued to stream from his bloodshot eyes as he rubbed them away, one after the other. Soon enough, I was crying too.

He slowly got up, opening up my dresser, and I cringed as I watched him shuffle through my clothes until he found what he was looking for.

"I'm throwing these away."

Four words and my stash was gone. I didn't say anything. I watched him rid of the substances, then pull out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, something I didn't wear often.

He stayed silent, but continued his work, lifting me off the floor and sliding my dress down, replacing my clothing with the items he had picked out.

Shawn grabbed my empty alcohol bottle, tossing it into the trash, then taking my hand, and sitting me on the bed. He slipped in next to me, and I immediately broke down again.

This is exactly what he did the first night he met me.

I hated that I had let myself become like this; needing the feeling of someone else's body to be complete, needing to drown myself in alcohol, loud music, and sweaty crowds with skimpy clothing and dirty dancing.

But at the same time, I loved it.

I loved the thrill of being with someone new every night, getting drunk off something new every night, buying new party clothes almost every night, and having fun all night.

But when it came to Shawn, I had put all that away. I wanted nothing but him, and only him. I put away my cigarettes and hard liquor for him. I threw away those clothes I wore to party and the drugs I kept hidden in my dresser, all for him.

"Let me stay with you," he pleaded after comforting me, his hands running through my hair. I simply nodded.

"No," he spoke again, "I want to be with you again, for as long as I can. Let me take care of you, (y/n). You can get better, princess, everyone can get better," he sniffled, the darkness of the room making it hard to see his face.

"I love you," I whispered, turning towards him. Although it was hard to make out, I could just about see his lips pull upwards into a small smile as the words left my mouth.

"I love you too." He kissed my forehead, his warm lips lingered on my skin for a moment as I shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling, "We can get through this together, I promise."

I never really believed in miracles, but tonight, I knew one thing for sure. Shawn was, and always has been, my miracle.

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ew that ending was gross lmao buT yeah! sorry for not updating in forever, ive just been rly busy w school n writing papers every week for AP comp drains my energy oml but im trying((:

-Rebecca