Shawn Mendes Imagines

Promise Me (Bad Boy)

My head turned away from the television just as the boys came barging through the door in a loud commotion.
"Set him down on the couch!" Cameron yelled over the noise, a panicked expression evident on his face.
"What's going on?" I asked in worry, stumbling off of the couch. Cameron didn't answer nor did he look my way, as if he hadn't noticed I was standing there. My eyes shifted towards Gilinsky and Johnson, who were carrying a groaning somebody hastily over to the couch. Nash came running in through the door behind them.

"Easy . . . Easy!" Cameron shouted in alarm, watching as both Gilinsky and Johnson placed the limp body on the couch. I caught sight of the deep red stains on the Jacks' shirts, causing me to cry out in alarm myself.
"What happened?" I asked, trying to get a better look at who had been lain on the leather couch. A hood kept their face hidden, making it difficult to tell who it was.
"They broke out into a fight," Nash began, filling me in on what I had missed. "The other guy had a pocket knife! Pulled it outta' nowhere. Damn it all went down so fast, poor  guy couldn't even see it comin'." Nash's hands shook, as both nerves and adrenaline ran through his veins.
"Nash," Cameron called out, causing him to turn his gaze away from me. "Go and get the first aid, will ya'." He said, before looking down at the task at hand. "Hurry!" Cameron called after him.

"Remove his hoodie!" He then ordered, causing Gilinsky to step forward and do just that. Once the hoodie had come off, Cameron grabbed it out from Jack's grasp and threw it to the side. The stained hoodie was thrown near my feet, causing me to take a better look at it. My heart began to race in panic, as I knew who's hoodie it was.
"Shawn . . . " I mumbled to myself, incredibly worried. Desperate, I ran up behind Cameron. My eyes skimmed over the exchange of the first aid kit before they fell on the wounded gang member. I couldn't help but sigh in relief, seeing that Shawn wasn't the one who had been injured. Instead . . . it was Matt. His body was sprawled over the couch, his eyes were growing heavy, his breathing was slow, and low groans left his lips as he laid there in what looked to be agonizing pain. While staring down at my friend, I could feel the prickling sensation in my eyes as built up tears began to blur my vision. Poor Matt.

"Step back, Y/N." Cameron said, averting my focus away from Matt. While stepping back, I looked around the room for Shawn. He was nowhere in sight. Panic began to set in again.
"Where is Shawn?" I asked hastily, just as my tears began to fall. No one answered, as they were too busy trying to save Matt's life. I tried looking around the room again, desperate to find his handsome face. Had Shawn been involved in the fight too? Had something happened to him?
Before I could think up anything horrid, my eyes caught Shawn's figure limping through the door.
A breath caught in my throat, before I began running towards him. Shawn extended his arms out in front of him, ready for my embrace.

"Careful." He said, just before I jumped into his open arms. My body collided against his, causing him to grunt at the force of my impact. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I held onto him tightly.
"Are you alright?" I asked, my words muffled against his neck. "I thought that was you." I added, referring to Matt, my voice sounding shaken. Shawn tightened his grasp around my waist, trying to reassure me in every way.
"I'm fine." He replied, his breath warm against my ear. Slightly pulling back from his embrace, I looked down toward his leg. It was slightly bent forward, as if it pained him to stand on it.
"What about your leg?" I asked, "It doesn't look fine."

Shawn looked towards the couch, ignoring my concerns regarding his leg. He removed his arms from around me, before moving past me and limping towards the couch. I followed behind him.
The guys standing behind the couch stepped out of the way, letting Shawn through.
"How bad is it?" Shawn asked, looking down at Matt. Matt's groaning had stopped, and it looked as though he had fallen asleep. A bandage was wrapped around his lower stomach, covering his wound.
"Will he be alright?" I asked, noticing the sweat that covered Matt's forehead. Cameron looked up towards Shawn and I, sighing before he replied.
"It's not as deep as I thought," he said, referring to Matt's wound, "he'll be okay."
I sighed in relief, as did the guys.
"Good." Shawn said sincerely, before turning away from the couch and limping towards the staircase. The guys then began to disperse. So I too turned around, following Shawn to the stairs.