Shawn Mendes Imagines

- Voicemail

You

"Get out."

"What did I do?"

"Just, just get out."

A few days later...

I'm just here. Filled with anger and sadness.

We were living in a fairytale, I should've known it was too good to be true.

I've been wasting my days away in my bedroom lately. I know I should be over him by now, but I just can't see myself putting him in the past.

All I do now is watch Netflix, go through multiples sleeves of thin mint cookies, and listen to sad songs (I'm listening to Yurima at this very moment, actually).

Sad, right?

But life goes on. I haven't touched my phone, seeing that I'm not really in the mood to be social at the moment.

I get a hold of it for the first time in a few days though, finally deciding to check on everything I've missed.

I scroll through social media notifications and reminders, pretty much ignoring most of them. I keep going, suddenly stopping at something that catches my eye.

- You have: 56 messages, 17 missed calls, and 1 voicemail from 'Unknown' -

Unknown?

I skip over the messages and missed call notifications. I went straight to the voicemail; maybe I could recognize this person's tone.

I clicked on 'listen' and increased the volume a bit.

Shawn.

I blocked his number, how did he manage to call me?

I took a deep breath and just pushed my thoughts aside, attempting to keep myself at a normal state.

Did I want to talk to him?

No.

Yes.

Maybe?

Ugh.

You know what? I'm done sulking.

"Here goes nothing," I sigh, calling the number back.

I bring the phone towards my ear, my hand shaky and unstable.

Shawn's POV

I called (Y/n) a couple of minutes ago, she didn't answer.

I left her a voicemail, and now I'm staring at my phone to see if she'll call back.

She probably won't.

Long story short, I really messed things up. I don't even know how to explain it.

I suddenly hear my phone ring, snapping me back into the situation.

I glance at it, and my eyes widen.

It's (Y/n).

I pick up immediately.

"(Y/n), baby. I-"

"Please, don't call me that," she quietly mumbles through the other end.

"Oh-um, ok." I mentally curse myself.

"Why did you call, Shawn?" She asks, sighing.

"Because, I-I,"

"Because you what?"

"I want you back."

"What?" She responds, her tone tense.

"Why would you want me back? You came home that night, and you started calling me clingy and annoying just for asking you about your day. Then you called me a bitch, and a whore, a-and,"

"Look, (Y/n). I'm so-"

"And then when I asked you why you were acting so strange, you told me that you never loved me. You said that you were tired of hiding your hatred for me, so you finally let it all out."

My heart dropped. I didn't realize I had treated her that badly. I guess I just took out my anger from work on her.

But I knew that that wasn't an excuse for how I acted.

"So why would you want me back? I'm nothing to you."

"I said that I was sorry..."

"But did you mean it, Shawn? Did you?"

"Give me another chance!"

"This isn't a fantasy world, Mendes," she let out a cruel laugh. "Girls don't always give guys second chances."

"And you've always hated me, anyway. Let's just keep it that way."

"Wait, (Y/n)!" I exclaimed.

"You know, I really did love you. I'm so upset at you for what you did, but I'm also angry at myself for letting it get this far." She sighed.

"Goodbye, Shawn."

Outerview

Years later, Shawn and (Y/n) have separate families.

(Y/n)'s husband died. She's raising her kids on her own.

Shawn, on the other hand, has a complete family.

The two have not talked to each other since (Y/n)'s last words on that phone call.

It's funny, because everyone thought that Shawn and (Y/n) would grow old together.

That's what they, themselves, thought too.

But as it turns out, nothing's as it seems. The pages of Shawn and (Y/n) were over. It was time to start a new chapter.

And that's what they did.