Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drake was right.

Shawn Mendes Imagines

(A/N : this ones meh)

Laur ( A/N : PLOT FUCKIN TWIST)

"So Shawn; how's Laur?" The interviewer asks, smirking his lips.

"Who?" He says, completely puzzled.

"Your best friend?" (A/N: just pretend pls tank u) the interviewer says, confused like Shawn.

"Do you ever miss him?" Ian asks me slouching next me, turning off the tv.

"No, I definitely didn't miss he wasn't my best friend or anything." I say sarcastically.

"Damn you're jumpy today." Ian says, in a mocking tone.

"NO FUCKING SHIT IM JUMPY MY CRUSH IS DATING A FUCKING 5TH HARMONY MEMBER AND HAS COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT HIS FRIENDS AND BEST FRIEND. HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?!" I scream out jumping up out of the couch sobbing.

"I totally forgot about that." A voice says behind me.

I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke
I'm gonna puke

"Shawn?" Ian says standing up.

"Ian? What are you doing at my apartment?" He asks bluntly.

"we live here..." Ian says getting red.

"Not anymore." Camila says as she comes in.

"W-what?" I stutter out.

"She's moving in." Shawn says looking down at his shoes.

Ian and I look at each other with a "WHAT DO WE FUCKING DO" look.

Ian and I run to each other's rooms and started to pack, the tears running down my face. What about our friend group? We've been supporting him every step of the way, hell im the one who showed him the fucking app! What about me? What about the thing we had? This meet has been bittersweet, sweet to see Shawn again, bitter for him to change into a snobby asshole.

I got all my bags out the door seeing Camilla doing her makeup, Shawn lifting weights, and Ian helping me out.

I look at Shawn one last time, seeing him already staring at me.

"Drake was right about you."
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