Shawn Mendes Imagines

82- I Can't

I feebly knocked on the door of the Mendes residence and wrapped my arms tightly around my waist to trap in the warmth due to the cold, early morning breeze.

A light flicked on and a browned headed person headed towards the door. it swung open and Shawn appeared.

"y/n?" He mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. I ran into his hold and wrapped my arms tightly around his torso and cried into his bare chest. It took a moment for him to register what happened and then he wrapped his arms tightly around me and kissing the top of my head repeatedly.

"Baby" he cooed. "what's wrong?" I shook my head and he scooped me up into his arms, closing the door with his foot. I adjusted my position slightly as he sat down on the bed with him on my lap. We stayed like this for around 30 minutes. "Now tell me, what's wrong?"

"I-I can't" I sobbed.

"And why is that?" He said calmly as she stroked my stories my hair.

"Because, I don't want you to be mad" he sighed.

"I won't be mad. Although, you did wake me up from my beauty sleep at 3am so" he chuckled trying to lighten the mood but it didn't work. "y/n, come on. I hate seeing you like this"

I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want him to be mad but I had to. He deserves the right to know. I closed my eyes trying to compose myself and I quickly wiped away my tears.

"Promise me you won't get angry" he nodded. "I'm pregnant."

His face replicated mine earlier this week when I read the positive label in the pregnancy tests which were dotted around the bathroom. I cried again and he closed his eyes.

We were both 18 and his career was just starting to take off. I didn't want to ruin it for him or the thousands of adoring fans who supported him through everything. I wanted everything to be perfect and work out exactly how it's meant to but it didn't.

Shawn was silent. His expression was unreadable and his breathing was slow.

"Please say something" I pleaded as more tears slipped from my eyes and down my cheek towards my chin. By now I was exhausted, I had hardly had any sleep and I had been crying almost everyday.

"Really?" He asked. I nodded and he let out a sigh. I slipped off his knee and sat next to him on the bed.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault but I had to tell you and I could never get rid of a poor, innocent baby. I'm sorry." He was silent for a little while longer before he looked at me with a small smile.

"It's okay" he muttered. "It's not just your fault. I love you and I'll be here for as long as you need me. I would never dream of ever leaving you or my little baby growing inside of you." He said as he lightly poked my belly making me let out a short laugh, mainly a laugh of relief. He smiled at me and wiped my tear stained cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "I know we're only 18 but I'm ready, I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you and nothing could ever change the way I feel when I look at your beautiful face. You're everything I could've wished for and more and I cannot wait to raise this baby with you"

"I love you" I said as I kissed his lips.

"I love you more and you too my little foetus" he said making me giggle as he pressed a kiss against my stomach. "Now can we go back to sleep." I nodded and he pulled me down next to him and pulled the covers over us and traced small patterns on my stomach.