Shawn Mendes Imagines

Proposal •3•

I opened my eyes only to close them again when I saw the bright light above me. a loud beeping noise caused my head to pound.

"Y/n," I looked over to my side to see Shawn sitting in the hard plastic chair. Shawn's eyes were bloodshot and swollen, his hair was messy, and his cheeks were splotchy. I looked down at my arms to see them wrapped in white bandages. Blood stained them in some spots.

"Where's Ian?" I asked looking around the room.

"I'm right here." The room was spinning so It was hard to focus. My eyes finally adjusted on him.

"Aaliyah's here too." Ian's voice was hoarse as he spoke.

"I'll let you two talk." Ian said walking out of the room.

"Why aren't you with Camila?" I asked confused.

His eyes filled with tears, "well, when I proposed she said she wasn't ready and left." My heart broke to see Shawn like this.

"Shawn, I'm sorry." He shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should of known. But all I do is go after the wrong girls. I never realized that the girl I love is the The one that is always there for me, and listens to me. I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner." I looked at him speechless. I felt his warm lips on mine, I was startled at first but kissed back.

I pulled away, "Shawn," his face fell as I talked, "why are you doing this to me? I'm your second choice, when you've always been the one I chose over anybody." I shook my head and looked down at my hands.

"Sometimes it takes a little time to realize that the right person is right in front of you."

Well that was kind of a crappy ending.