Shawn Mendes Imagines

indicator p a r t t h r e e

*listen to Lost It To Trying by Son Lux for more effect*

I got a phone call from Ian when I pulled to the side of the road.

"Dude are you coming back? Brian's had too many to drink" he said with music pounding in my ear.

I heard Brian shout trying to grab the phone from Ian.

"I'm looking for someone" I replied.

"What who?" he asked.

I cleared my throat, "y/n"

"What why?"

"because she's leaving me clues to something and I have to find her" I replied.

"Well okay then, but hurry up please" he sighed.

I hung up and sighed slamming my fists on the steering wheel. 

"Where the hell is she?!" I yelled.

I rested my head on the wheel and held the sticky note in my hand. I looked at it deeply and squinted in confusion. My next clue was, You mean something to me. I didn't know what it meant at all but it lead me to a convention center. I walked in where a group of people sat looking agitated.

"Hello are you here for the Anger Management class?" the leader, I assumed, asked standing up.

"Mean? Anger. Mean! Anger" I said to myself chuckling.

"Excuse me?" he asked again.

"I'm so sorry never mind!" I chuckled running outside.

I  looked around for another sticky note and saw one sitting on the front door sign. I snatched it, clutching it in my grip, smirking. I ran to my car and started it up.   I looked at the  note and drove down the road. It read, Childhood memories speak more than anything. 

That one didn't make sense either until I looked at the map. It was at my house this time. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked at my tank of gas and saw I was  running low  but I was gonna stop for anything. As soon as I hit my street, the engine started to roar and it completely stopped.

"Shit" I mumbled to myself.

I hopped out holding the note in my hand hurdling towards my house. The air brushing through my hair as I pushed it back. I continued to pant heavily as I finally reached my dark house. I looked up into my old tree house seeing y/n's faint figure shadowing inside. I stuffed the note in the pocket and began to climb up the creaky old ladder. When I reached the top she was standing there silently looking out the small window. Her black skirt blending in with the dark wood in front of her. Her dark army green jacket hanging off one of her shoulders as one of her black spaghetti straps showed. Her long hair blowing a little from the breeze. She turned around slowly and her face was, glowing.

"y/n?" I asked.

She smirked and her eyes did that cute thing before where they would scrunch up a little.

"there you are..."