shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

memories

shawn mendes imagines
imagine ii
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becca's pov

"shawn, please," i begged, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"i'm sorry love, i have to do this," his voice was weary as he spoke, unable to look me in the eye.

"i will wait for you, i promise," i said, holding his hands tightly in attempt to make him change his decision of breaking up, "i can't believe you're doing this."

"i'm on tour for five months, i won't make you do that. i want you to find someone else who makes you happy and can stay with you," shawn said, his eyes glassy, "i can't be the reason you feel at lonely at night."

"i want you shawn, you can't expect me to just go fall in love with someone else!" i cried. he shook his head, closing his eyes as a single tear slipped down his cheek.

"try," shawn said, caressing the back of my hand with his thumb as he held it tight, "i've been thinking about this for a while and you don't deserve someone who comes and goes from your life. trust me hunny, this isn't what i want to do."

"then don't do it," i replied, looking down at the floor, "how is leaving me something that seems so easy for you?"

"it's not easy, bec, but you deserve way more then i what i can give you," shawn said, ignoring my question.

"that's bullshit!" i spit, shaking my head, "you give me everything i want and more. you give me too much."

"i wish that was the case," shawn said, "but you know thats not true."

too drained to argue with him, i remained silent.

"can i kiss you one last time?" shawn's voice was becoming hoarse from crying. i lifted my gaze from the floor, meeting his brown orbs.

he didn't even give me time to reply before he grabbed his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. he placed his lips on mine, and my arms found his neck. i kissed back, wanting to savor the moment; knowing this was probably going to be our last kiss.

"we have memories, amazing memories. let's keep them, okay?" he said, pulling me into one last hug.

"please, don't do th-"

"i love you," he cut me off before turning at the waist and walking swiftly down the gate tunnel.

five months later

i thought back to the memory at the airport, five months ago when shawn left for his tour. i guess shawn never mentioned our break-up to anyone because here i am, in a car with karen, aaliyah, and my mom, on the way to pick him up at the airport.

"are you excited to see shawn?" karen asked, snapping me out of my daze.

i glanced up and smiled slightly, "yeah, i am." i had to lie.

eventually, we arrived at the airport. we all got out of the car, making our way towards the main entrance. aaliyah pulled out her phone, opening shawn's contact and finding his gate number. she scrolled along her screen for a moment, "he's going to be at gate six."

we walked inside and to gate six, immediately finding a few chairs to sit in while we waited. i was lost in my own thoughts, when a side conversation between karen and mom caught my attention.

"he sounded so upset and just, frustrated, whenever we would talk to him on the phone. he would dismiss me and say he was fine, but i was really worried," karen said, causing my stomach to churn.