Shawn Mendes Imagines

116- Runaway With Me

Inspired by a song from The Unauthorised Biography of Samantha Brown.

This version is sung by my musical theatre fave, Jeremy Jordan :))

It was raining and I loved it. The sound of cars splashing in the puddles, the sound of the rain dripping down the window cill and the sound of his heartbeat beating slowly against his chest. I was content.

But I didn't want to be.

I wanted to live life on the edge. I wanted to feel the wind run through my hair. I wanted to be able to not know what is going to happen next. To not live this repetitive life where everyday is the same. I wanted to get away.

Away from this stupid, old town. Away from my job. Away from everything but I couldn't.

I couldn't bring myself to leave him.

He was asleep. His chest rising and falling and his eyelashes fanned over his cheeks. The weather was pretty bad, soon the roads would be called off due to unsafe conditions and I would be stranded here as usual.

He didn't stop me from leaving but he didn't like it when I did. He would rather me 'order the groceries online, so I can stay and cuddle you'.

He would rather me 'stay with me, you don't need to see your friends once every two week.'

He would rather me 'stay close besides me so I know you won't runaway.'

And each time I did.

The sound of thunder echoed through the hallways and a knocked on the door caused me to jump. I sighed and pulled the covers of me. I pressed a kiss on his cheek before slipping from the bed and heading down to the door.

My hand fell to the cold handle and I yanked the door open.

"Shawn" my eyebrows furrowed in concern as his clothes were clinging tightly to his body and his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. "What are you doing here?" He panted and I opened the door for him to enter. "I'll let you catch your breath" I said before rushing off to grab him a towel.

I picked the fluffier, warmers towel we had and grabbed one of Zac's t-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts.

"Here." I draped the towel of his shoulders and rubbed his shoulder helping create friction tow arm him up a little. "Do you want to tell me what you're doing here at 2:30 in the morning?"

"I'm so nervous" he mumbled. "This is really hard for me to say" he said as he held my hands in his extremely large ones.

"Shawn..."

"Runaway with me." He murmured. I closed his eyes. "Runaway with me" he said more confidently.

"Are you serious?" I asked. Almost short of breath. "Do you realise what you're asking me to do?" He nodded.

"Please! You're not happy here. You're not the girl I know. And I know this is fast but" he paused. "I'm in love with you."

"This is crazy" I shook my head and pulled my hands away.

"But I'm crazier for you" I bite my lip pulling at the skin. "I know I'm not good with words but what I'm trying to say is we could have our own life, together. Where you'll be happy and we can have a nice house on the bay and-"

"I can't. I'm not ready."

"I'm not trying to make you a wife. I just want to make you happy; something you haven't been in a while."

"I know but-"

"I don't care where we go, we could go to California, Texas or Alabama just as long as I'm with you. That's all I need" he sighed. "I'm just trying to make you happy" he repeated emphasising his main argument.

"You do!" I shouted a little.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"I can't just leave him." I looked at my feet and played with my fingers.

"You know what y/n, fuck him! He's an asshole and he has been since the goddamn day that you met him. I'm not saying you have to spend your life with me but if you want to, I wouldn't mind." He smiled. "I'm here for you. Let me be your ride out of this godforsaken town, let's start somewhere new, somewhere fresh, just us!" He stood up and pulled me up with him. "No worries or stresses."

I sighed and we stood in silence.

"If your not ready, I get it. That's fine and I know I was a bit straight forward with this but I mean everything I said" he pressed a kiss onto our now interviewed hands. "Say the words and I'm already there"

I smiled at him before letting go of his hand and grabbing a pen and paper.

'Zac, I'm sorry x'

I placed the corner of the paper underneath a candle so the message was still clear.

I ran up to my room and quickly shoved my clothes messily into my suitcase before zipping it up and pulling it down the stairs. I threw Shawn the keys and we ran out of the apartment and to my car. I chucked my bags into the trunk before darting around to the passenger side.

I turned to him and leaned over the centre console pressing my lips to his. My hand caressed his cheek and his hands rested on my waist.

"I love you" he mumbled into my lips and I smiled.