One Shots

I Miss You - Shawn Mendes Imagine for Savannah

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Shawn and Savannah

My friends giggled and skipped around my room, blasting music from my speakers and laughed their heads off. But I lied on my bed, alone and depressed. My boyfriend, Shawn, was away at Magcon tour and he’d been gone for two weeks already. I couldn’t bear to be without him. He was my everything and I was his. I missed his singing, his smiling face every morning, his happy personality that always brightened my day. But I couldn’t have that now. Just a couple texts every other night. Maybe a call on weekends. 

“Come on, Savannah,” Gracie said, nudging my arm as she sat down on the edge of my bed. I shrugged off at her touch, not in the mood to do anything. “You’ve just been lying here for the past week. It can’t be that bad,” she said. Easy for her to say. Her boyfriend, Harper, was in town and could see her whenever she wanted. It wasn’t like that for me. I felt myself tense at her comment. 

“I’m sorry! I miss Shawn! I just want him back!” I screamed and threw my face into the pillow. I felt some tears wet the pillow case, and I just kicked my feet at the mattress. The sadness was eating me out from the inside. I just wanted his touch. 

“Sorry, Savannah. Really, I’m sorry,” Gracie started. She rubbed my back sympathetically. “I understand. I know it’s hard. But he’ll be back next week, right?” I didn’t answer. “Why don’t we call him?” she suggested, pulling out her phone. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to call him. His phone always went to voicemail because he was always either meeting prettier girls than me, or singing for prettier girls than me, or making videos for prettier girls than me. I just think he’s forgotten. The girls have to have gotten to his head by now. 

I heard Gracie dialing his number. The other girls settled down and listened to Shawn’s phone ring. I was surprised when I heard him pick up, but kept my face in the pillow. “Hello?” I heard his beautiful voice asked. My breath hitched at the sound of him, shocking me. 

“Hey, Shawn!” Gracie said happily into the microphone on her iPhone. “It’s Gracie. Savannah misses you a lot.”

“Hey, Gracie. Tell her I’m really sorry.” I could hear the sorrow in his voice. I could picture his face, his eyes looking down at the ground, depression swirling in them. That’s always what he looked like when he was sad. 

“Why don’t you just talk to her? She’s here,” Gracie said back. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Shawn asked happily, chuckling to himself. I love his laugh. “Hand the phone over,” Shawn said. 

Gracie handed me her cellphone and guided the other girls out of the room. I turned over on the bed and held the phone up to my ear, turning off speaker phone. 

“Hey, Shawn,” I said, my voice cracking. 

“Hey, Savannah,” he said back, his not much better. 

“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

A long pause. 

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I’m going to come visit you, okay? Tomorrow. I’ll fly back for tomorrow and Sunday,” Shawn said. You gasped as you heard him getting up and shushing the other boys, grabbing stuff and shoving it into a bag. 

“But… Shawn…” you tried to stop him. He needed to stay for the rest of the events. 

“No buts. I’m coming, Savannah.”

*

The next day, Saturday afternoon at 12:52, you heard a knock on the door. Knowing who it was (you’d waited all day for him), you leapt up from your seat in the kitchen and ran over to the door, flinging it open and tackling Shawn onto the grass. You kissed him cheeks repeatedly, feeling tears on yours. You were so happy to see him. 

“Woah, woah!” Shawn said, laughing. “Can I have a real kiss now?” You giggled at him, and leaned down planting a nice big kiss on his lips. He smiled against you, picking you up and taking you inside your house. 

** (These are to represent when Shawn and Savannah ‘lay down together’. I’m uncomfortable writing dirty things, so this is my improvisation. After the stars picks up when they are lying in bed after you-know-what)

I panted, pulling the sheets up to my chest, and turned over to face Shawn, looking at his face across the white bed. “I love you,” I said. 

“I love you,” he said back. He kissed me lightly, holding onto my hand. 

A couple weeks later, I was supposed to be getting my period, but for some odd reason, I didn’t. It was strange, until I thought back to what happened when Shawn came to visit. OH, gosh. I ran to the nearest pharmacy and picked up a couple of pregnancy tests. I raced back home and into the bathroom. 

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

I’m pregnant. 

With Shawn’s baby. 

Scrambling around for my phone, not knowing whether to be happy or sad, I dialed Shawn’s number as quickly as possible and screamed at my phone for him to pick up. As soon as I heard the click, I screeched. 

“SHAWN! OH, MY GOSH. SHAWN! SHAWN! Shawn! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING! GET TO MY HOUSE NOW!” I didn’t even give him the chance to respond before I hung up the phone and began pacing my room. Oh, my gosh. Ohhh, my gosh. 

Within five minutes, there was furious knocking at my door, followed by it being thrown open and Shawn stomping up the stairs. He barged into my room and I could tell that he was tired, still in his pajamas. 

“What’s the big deal?” he asked, out of breath from running here. 

“Shawn…” I said, looking down at the floor. 

“Yea?” he asked, taking my hand. 

“I’m…”

“Pregnant? I knew it,” Shawn said, sighing. “I knew it, I knew it.” I gave him a pathetic smile. 

“You don’t sound too happy.”

“I am! What do you mean? We’re going to have a baby!” He yelled, lifting me up and spinning me around in the air. He put me down and kissed me hard on the lips, hands holding my shoulders tightly. “I love you so much!” He said. 

“Can we name him Nash?” I asked. 

“Of course we can, babe,” Shawn responded, kissing me on the lips one last time.