shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

prank

shawn mendes imagines
imagine xlviii
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ainsley's pov

as i came through the door from what was a long day shift, exhaustion flooded through me. there had been a mass shooting, and all the victims came to the hospital i worked at. i had to tell multiple families that their loved ones had not made it, and to top it all off, i had to tell the shooters family that he was still alive.

i dropped my bag and slipped off my shoes, running my hand through my hair. i stepped into the living room, relief bounding over me upon seeing shawn sitting on the couch. i smiled softly, "shawn."

"hey," he replied quietly as i sat next to him.

i basically fell into his embrace, needing him more than anything. he was reluctant in wrapping his arms around me, causing me to pull away, "what's wrong?"

he sighed softly, letting his arms fall from around me, "i have to talk to you."

i furrowed my brows, a nervous feeling creeping into my stomach. i met his gaze, and his captivating brown orbs almost swallowed me right there on the spot.

"andrew told me that we are no longer able to take you on the second leg of tour," shawn said, his lips pressed into a thin line, "a-and it would be months without you. i don't know if i could handle that much time away from you."

my breathing caught in my throat, and he took my stunned silence as his chance to continue talking.

"ainsley, i love you," shawn breathed, "but i don't want you to be alone. i don't want you to need me and i not be there. i don't want to put you through that."

"shawn, what are you-"

"we should break up," shawn spit, his eyes glazed over as he waited anxiously for my response.

"no," i shook my head, "no, Shawn, what are you - why are you doing this?" the blood in my veins ran cold, and the room started spinning.

shawn slid closer to me, "i don't want to hurt you."

"s-shawn," i shoved him away, his once welcome and needed touch now foreign and toxic.

"i'm sorry," he whispered.

a loud cracking noise was all i heard, and everything was shaking. it took a minute, but i realized the cracks were my sobs and the room wasn't the thing shaking - i was. my heart was clenching and spinning, crashing against all sides of my chest and smashing into pieces.

no..

"oh ainsley, no, don't cry. oh shit," shawn muttered, pulling me into his embrace, "hey, hey, please don't cry."

"l-let me go," i cried, trying to push him away.

he pulled me onto his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. i was clawing at him, wanting nothing more then to be out of his sight.

"ainsley," shawn said, holding me against him, "it was a prank. look. baby, look at me."

his words weren't registering, slipping in one ear and out of the other.

i was still crying, my chin faced his lap and my eyes screwed shut. shawn's fingers tilted my chin upwards, but i kept my eyes closed.

he broke up with me.

"look at me," shawn repeated, "open your eyes, honey."

meekly, i opened my eyes. Shawn laughed softly, brushing a piece of hair away from my forehead, "i'm so sorry, i was just joking. it was only a prank. hey, please stop crying."

my eyes locked on his and i choked on a breath, a gasp slipping past my lips.

"hey, look," shawn cooed, pointing towards the entryway. turning my head, i seen mike, eddie, zubin, and dave. eddie had a camera in his hand, a sincere look on their faces, "it was a just a stupid dare. i'm sorry, i had no idea you would get this upset."

i held his shoulders to still my trembling hands, looking at him through my blurry vision. he smiled sadly, kissing my forehead. i hiccuped, hearing the guys mumble a quick apology before shuffling into the kitchen quietly.

"s-shawn, i thought you were-"

"i know, i'm sorry," shawn breathed, "i'm sorry. i expected you to be upset, but not this much." his voice became quiet as he spoke the last words, sincerity written on his expression.

"bad day at work," i whispered, "a shooting. i told so many people that their family and friends were dead, a-and then the shooters family that despite the fact that he killed so many people, he lived." i found myself crying again, and i shook my head.

"oh sweet girl," shawn muttered as i ducked my head, pulling me into his shoulder, "if i had have known you had such a shitty day i wouldn't have done this. god-" he laughed softly, "-i feel terrible."

"just hold me," i croaked, "please."

shawn nodded immediately, pulling me even closer to him and resting his chin on top of my head. i sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"sorry guys," i heard shawn say, followed by an upset laugh, "it was a very bad day for this."

"totally fine, stupid idea anyway," i heard mike say, "see you at the studio tomorrow? bring ainsley, too." i could feel shawn nod, before the rest of the guys bid a quick goodbye and left the house.

my legs remained straddling his torso, the position comfortable enough to make me not want to move.

i felt shawn's hand run down my back, leaving a path of fire in it's wake. i shivered, cuddling more into his side. his fingers worked magic, dancing along my back. despite still being in scrubs, i was content.

"i love you, and i'm so sorry," shawn said, pulling my body from his so i was looking at him.

i laughed softly, "d-don't apologize. if my day wasn't so crappy, i probably would be laughing right now. i'm just tired and-"

"i understand," shawn nodded, sliding out from under me, "i'm going to run you a bath, and while you relax i am going to go to the store and get skittles and strawberries for a netflix night."

my heart clenched again, but in happiness. i smiled at how cute he was and let him cover me with a blanket, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to mine. i kissed him back, pulling away abruptly, "am i really not able to tour with you?"

shawn laughed again, shaking his head, "it was all just a prank, sweetie."

wc: 1098

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