Shawn Mendes Imagines

80- Bodyguard

Inspired by one of my favourite films/musicals!!!

Being 18 you were very successful. A successful career as an artist and thousands of adoring fans who loved everything about you.

"y/n" your manager, Andrew, shouted from side stage where you were rehearsing. "Someone wants to speak to you." You placed the microphone back onto the stand before sauntering off towards the left wing.

You notice your bodyguard, Shawn.

Shawn was always your favourite bodyguard do many reasons; one being that he was your bestfriend from the womb and when you grew up he vowed to protect you.

He stood nervously with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. His feet were shuffling and and he was rocking slightly.

"Hey!" You beamed as you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. He replicated your actions but placed his arms around your waist. You both pulled away slightly keeping your hands in the same position. "I thought you weren't working today that's why I have Darrel with me." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"I know, I know but I have something to tell you and I wanted to do it in person."

"Oh, okay" you smiled at him and he smiled, not one of his usual large, toothy smile but a weak, sheepish one.

"y/n" he started.

"Shawn..." You mocked trying to cheer him up a little but his emotion didn't budge making excitement and bubbliness deflated.

"Seriously, y/n. I'm leaving. I can't be around you no more. I'm sorry" he gushed out trying to get it over and done with as quick as possible.

"W-what?" You felt tears prick your waterline and your throat tightened. You had never felt a pain so strong in your life and so sudden. It was almost, heartbreak.

"Let me explain." He sighed. "I can't be around you because I-I-I-"

"Shawn" you urged your voice authoritative and harsh.

"I love you. I'm in love with you" he repeated. You breathed in a sharp, harsh breath as the words flew from his mouth. "I don't want to be around you because it hurts knowing that I'll never be able to call you mine. I'm not good enough for you." He shook his head. "You're the golden girl and I'm just me, her bodyguard" tears trickled down my face and feel off my chin onto the ground. He brought the pad of his thumb to my cheek and wiped the tears gently caressing my face.

"It hurts."

"I know, I know" he cooed bringing his face down to my eye level. "But you deserve the best of the best. Not just some regular guy like me."

"But you're not. You're my bestfriend-"

"Exactly." He said drawing his hand away from my face. "I'll go. I don't want to make this any harder for you. I love you" he said as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Goodbye" You mumbled as he walked away. He paused and turned to me.

"It's not goodbye, it's a I'll see you soon" You nodded and he continued to walk out of the arena.

Janet, your vocal trainer and on tour mom headed your way and embraced you in a hug. You cried into her shirt for a while until you had to get ready for your show.

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