Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

You Comfort Him [FINAL CHAPTER]

(A/N: This is the real final chapter! But anyways, how would you react if Shawn followed you on social media?)

This is a One-Part Imagine

Shawn's POV
"Shawn! I told you to finish up that chore I told you to do!" I hear my mom lecture me for around the 5th time already. Honestly, sometimes she gets on my nerves. Shawn, do this. Do that. Get me this...I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!

"Mom! Don't you know anything about independence!? I wanna just chill by myself for now! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!!!" I shouted at her face and stormed off into my room. I pulled out my phone and played some tunes.

Aaliyah comes into the room with a bit of tears. I gave her a death stare.

"What do you want?"

"Y-You didn't have to be mean to her. She left to go somewhere b-but why would you do that..." She spoke softly.

"Get the hell out of my room before I become frustrated with you too!" I snapped and she teared up even more.

Can't a guy just have a bit of independence time!?

I went on Twitter and posted about my anger:

Moms can be bitches sometimes

I pressed tweet and soon enough,I got a bunch of re-tweets and favourites. I then dozed off for a nap.

**3 HOURS LATER**

I woke up to the sound of tears coming in the living room. Damn, is Aaliyah still crying over such a small incident?

I walked to the living room to find...mom on the floor unconscious and full of blood!

"What happened to her!?" I began to panic and see Aaliyah's eyes get furious.

"This is all your fault, Shawn! She got involved in a car accident on the way home and didn't survive! The police took her body back here and now LOOK WHAT YOU DID!! YOU KILLED MOM!! I HATE YOU SO DAMN MUCH AND I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY BROTHER ANYMORE!!!!" She screamed in my ear and stormed off to her room. Tears began to cloud me eyes as I walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I see a note on the table and picked it up.

Shawn,

I'm sorry for pushing you around and being bossy. I never meant to hurt you and I do hope that you'll understand that. I'm going out to buy you muffins to apologize for what I did. I promise you I won't ever nag you excessively again.

She must've wrote me this before she got into the car accident. What kind of a son am I?

I walked over to my mom who's been critically injured. Blood was stained on her clothes and I don't feel any heartbeat or breathing. I started to sob uncontrollably and kneeled down on the floor.

"Mom, I'm sorry for being a bad son. I wish I hadn't shouted at you earlier. I wish you could hear me tell you how sorry I am. I'm sorry for everything that I did to make you mad and upset with me. I love you so much and now I can't be with you anymore..." I sniffled and wiped away my tears, but there were more coming out of my eyes rapidly.

"Mom, I love you so much.....help me please. I need you...right now..." I whimpered and hugged her but she didn't hug back. I sobbed uncontrollably and kissed her cold forehead. I'm such a horrible person.

Your POV
I hear my phone ring and picked it up. However, the voice that I really loved wasn't feeling his usual self.

"Hey, Shawn. What's up?"

"Y/N....c-come here now...." I hear him whimper and concern rushes through my emotions.

"I'll be right there soon!" I reply and hung up. Now what could've happened to him?

I drove as fast as possible to his house, where I found him in the living room sobbing next to his mom, laying on the floor.

"Shawn?" I speak and he looks up. He motions me to go to him and I did. I kneel down next to him and he pulls me in for a tight hug, nuzzling his face into my neck and bawling loudly.

"Shh, Shawn....let it out. I'm right here.." I whisper and I can feel a large amount of tears land on my shirt.

"How did this happen?" I look over to his mom, laying unconscious. He shakes his head no and just mutters 'mom' repeatedly.

"It's all my fault. She's the reason why she's dead, Aaliyah snapped and now hates me permanently....I don't know what to do....you're the only one I can rely on right now..." He whimpers and I continue to comfort him.

"Y/N..." He whispers as I feel him shake. He pulls me in closer and sobs louder. I hate hearing the sound of this, it just makes me wanna cry myself.

I rub his back and he just cries, he lays down on the floor and hold his mom's hand until he falls into a deep sleep. I checked back on him every now and then to make sure he's alright, and that he doesn't do the worst by taking his own life.