Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

Memory Loss [PERSONAL IMAGINE]

(A/N: To end this book, I randomly put my followers' names in a hat and drew one out so I can make them a personal imagine)

CAUTION: Intense Content (Read at your own risk)

Personal Imagine for greymendes

Jordan's POV
I screamed off the top of my lungs as me and my boyfriend Shawn were having another argument about him being home late almost every evening. At first, I didn't mind but he seems to be doing this as if it were his nightly routine. 

"Shawn! All I'm saying is that you gotta think about me as well! Our relationship is not just about you!" I screamed for who knows how many times already, my throat becoming sore.

"NO JORDAN!! IT'S MY LIFE! I'M 18 FUCKING YEARS OLD!! WHO SAYS YOU CONTROL WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO!?" He steps towards me and literally screams off the top of his lungs. I cover my ears but he slaps my arms down. 

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DO THAT TO ME! LISTEN TO WHAT I'M TELLING YOU!!" He shouts louder, my ears already in pain from his voice. 

I step closer to the stairs, just trying to get away from him but he quickly follows me.

"You are NOT going anywhere until we resolve this!!" He argues but how can we resolve it. I can't take it anymore. I punched him hard in the stomach but he didn't move an inch. He smirks and steps closer to me. I stepped back but didn't realize I was on the edge of the staircase. 

I slipped and tumbled down the stairs until I finally landed hard on the bottom floor. I hear faint sounds until I blacked out.

Shawn's POV
I see Jordan step back and accidentally slip on the stairs. My eyes widened and mouth drops as I saw her land hard.

"No! Jordan!" I ran towards her and examined her fragile body. I'm such a horrible boyfriend. If only understood how she felt with my routine of coming home (sometimes drunk) almost every evening. I regret doing that and I don't even know why the hell I did it. 

I teared up and pressed my hand lightly against her stomach. I never felt it move up or down. Oh God, please don't tell me the worst has happened to her. I reached for the phone and called paramedics to have her taken to the hospital. 

Once I arrived there, doctors said she was gonna be assigned an operation in an hour. I paced myself back and forth around the long hallway just wondering if she will survive. If I had the opportunity to take back all the things I've said and done to her, I would do it in a heartbeat. 

I leaned against the wall and slipped down onto the ground. I tuck my head in my knees and quietly sobbed to myself. Nobody else was really present to comfort me as it's already past 11:30PM. 

**TIME SKIP**

"Sir? Hello? Wake up." I hear a nurse trying to shake me awake. 

"H-Huh? Where am I?" I stumbled and looked across the hallway. 

"You fell asleep overnight on this hallway. I believe you're expecting Jordan's operation results. Please follow me." I stood up and followed the nurse. She led me to a special room. 

"Enter quietly. The doctor will give you more information." She informs me and I nodded. I slowly turned the handle and entered the room. I see Jordan alive and looking like nothing huge has happened to her, except for a few cuts and bruises. 

"S-So doc, how is she?" I hesitantly asked and the doctor took his clipboard.

"She's doing well, except for her memory it's kinda um...recovering."