Shawn Mendes Imagines

Christmas Imagine #2 - "I Didn't Want You to be Alone on Christmas."

Day 2!!

Y/F/N - Your Full Name (since there's always at least one confused person).

You arrived at your hotel at approximately midnight, the wind outside almost blowing away all of your belongings. Fresh snow swept across the pavement of the streets, dusting over the illuminated plastic candy canes sticking up in the flower bed surrounding the building.

"Caught in a storm?" the hotel doorman cracks a smile, as soon as you very ungracefully made it through the front door on your own.

"I'm on a road trip," you say, breathless. "I can't continue on in this weather. All the roads are closed."

"Well, a hotel is a good place to come if you don't want to sleep in your car."

You've never felt such an urge to slap someone across the face. His hair had way too much gel in it, making it appear greasy and spikey. He had a skinny face, and his skin was clear of facial hair.

"Can I just get a room please? My car is almost out of gas because I literally drove thirty miles out of my way trying to find a hotel, with no service on my phone, and I don't even know where the hell I am, and I'm tired and I'm cold so please get me a room right this minute so I can crash."

He immediately looks shocked, but turns his attention to the computer in front of him and begins typing something on the computer.

"Name?" He mutters under his breath, clearly annoyed.

You sigh quietly to yourself and say, "Y/F/N."

He types something in again, not looking up at you. The lobby was freezing cold, it's vacant halls with the usual faded green and maroon designed on the thin carpet visible from your perspective. You wait awkwardly, tapping your fingers on the desk and holding your bags up with your arms.

"Do you have a major credit card?" He asks you.

You nod and reach into your purse, pulling out your Visa card and sliding it across the counter. He examines it before typing in the numbers on the back.

"Any plans for the holidays?" he tries to be polite.

You bite your lip. "Um, no. My boyfriend and I discussed spending this time together months ago, but that's over. He probably doesn't ever want to see my face again, as we didn't exactly end on the best terms."

"Sorry to hear that."

It suddenly dawned on you that you just shared something personal and random to a total stranger, and one that weirded you out, nevertheless. But it could've easily been blamed on the lack of sleep.

He hands you a hotel key and your credit card back, telling you to enjoy your stay, and you trudge down the hallway in search of finding the elevator.

By the time you get up to your room and settled, you start the shower and prepare for bed. You couldn't believe how lonely and crappy your trip to your parent's house had been so far. You probably wouldn't even get there until after Christmas, with all the roads blocked off. The storm obviously wasn't passing anytime soon.

After climbing into bed, you flicker on the tv to get some background noise and the slight glow of the screen while you fell asleep, but all you got were colorful lines and snowflakes due to the cable being disconnected from outside. Frustrated, you click it off and drop the remote to the floor.

It was hard for you to fall asleep without background noise. If Shawn were here, he would lean up close to you and sing something quietly near your ear, or softly speak about his day, calming you right into a slumber state-- but it was hard falling asleep without him.