; wesley tucker imagines [ON HOLD]

*special ; divorced pt. 2 ; s.m +

a/n before you continue reading, just know that this chapter is the second part to a shawn mendes imagine from those_prettyeyes's book. she writes aMAZing imagines (for other celebs, also), and i definitely recommend you check out her books:)

(some parts of this imagine may be confusing if you haven't read the first part in those_prettyeyes's shawn mendes imagines book)

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I wake up with a jolt of energy, my eyes springing open. I had gotten home almost five hours ago, and it was now around 10pm. I involuntarily let out a long yawn, and shuffle out of my white bedsheets.

I leave the bed, walking to the bathroom down the hall. I switch on the light and lean my hands against the dark, marble counters; staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I think back to earlier today, when I locked lips with Shawn; even if it was only for a couple seconds. The memory of kissing him brings a small smile to my face, but also a large amount of sadness. Shawn and I shared so many great memories together, it's still so unclear to me how we fell apart so easily. A small tear falls down my cheek, only to be followed by another.

I need him. I need Shawn, fast.

I pace back to my bedroom and grab my phone from my bedside table, tapping his contact. It rings three times before the line picks up and I hear Shawn's voice through the phone.

"Hello?" he rasps, but I can't seem to force words out of my mouth. "Y/n?"

"Shawn," I say softly, but mostly to myself. "Please come over-"

"Why? What's wrong? Are you o-" he rambles on with genuine worry before I cut him off.

"Yes, Shawn. I'm okay, just-" I pause. "Come over please. I need you, bad".

His breathing goes ragged on the other end, "Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes," he stops for a split second before asking, "What about Alyssa?"

"Your mom's there, no?"

"Right," he lets out a small chuckle, "Bye, y/n".

I hang up the phone and race to my bedroom. I open my top drawer to find a matching, grey set of bra and panties before stripping down and putting them on. I throw on a black band tee and take my curly hair out of it's giant bun, and head over to the bathroom.

I grab my spray bottle from the counter and spray my hair with water until it's damp, and then apply a small amount of leave in conditioner; which leaves my hair decently moisturized and good-smelling.

I turn the tap on and gather cold water with both palms of my hands, before bringing it to my face to wake me up a bit more before Shawn gets here.

Taking a deep breath, I walk to my living room couch and sit cross legged to wait for him to arrive.

After about five minutes of waiting, there's four knocks on the front door. I hop off of the couch, and tip toe quickly towards the door.

I take a quick look through the peephole, for safety purposes; and surely it was Shawn. I open the door and i'm immediately greeted with Shawn's warm smile. The same smile I fell in love with, and still am.

"Hey," I say, close to a whisper.

"Hey," he responds, looking at his feet.

"Sorry," I shake my head quickly, remembering that I should probably let him inside. "Come in," I open the door wider.

He steps in, kicking off his shoes and placing them beside a pair of Alyssa's on the floor. We walk in silence to the couch before Shawn breaks it.