Shawn Mendes Imagines

diary

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could just take a break. Like I could stop worrying, stop stressing, and stop feeling pain. Then I remember, you have to be dead to be like that.
November 23rd, 2016

His fingers flipped the fragile pages, he was confused and eager to read the next page.

You said you liked storms, so I let you in. But it turns out you could only hand a little rain. I was a hurricane.
December 18th, 2016

His eyebrows knitted together as he read the girl he loves diary. his shaky hands turned the torn page.

I know he would never love a girl like me, I'm a complete mess. He wouldn't even look at me, and if he just glanced he would see the scars on my wrist and think, "what a freak." And run.
                               February 27,2017
He was afraid to turn the page now, he was terrified to know if the mysterious boy was him. He stared at the black notebook while he debated on reading further.

"Sometimes it all gets a little too much."
                                        March 18, 2017

Shawn knew he shouldn't be reading her diary, but he became concerned as he read more. There was another notebook in the cardboard box that Shawn pulled out of the closet.

I haven't cut in almost 2 months, he's the reason why I have stopped. It's like he makes me see the beauty in life. I'm happy with him.
                    May 16, 2017

The front door closed causing Shawn to jump. he slid the notebooks under the bed and put the box back in the closet.

"Shawn," her sweet voice echoed through the house.

"I'm upstairs." Shawn said smiling because he couldn't wait to see her.

She walked in the room causing Shawn's heart to speed up.

"Hey." She said smiling and walking over to Shawn.

"Hi." Shawn laughed and kissed her lips. The ones he craved all day.

Y/n's eyes trailed off to the hardwood floor. The corner of the black notebook sticking out from under the bed caught her attention. She bent down to pick it up.

"Please tell me you didn't read this."
Y/n said flipping through the depressing pages.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have, but-." She cut him off.

"it's okay Shawn, i probably should of told you instead of you having to figure it out," she paused and sat down beside Shawn on the bed.

"I was depressed, I had to go to therapy for about a year, the therapist told me to write my what I was feeling down in a notebook, so that one day when I'm better I can look back and see how far I've come." Y/n explained.

"I think today is that day." She said opening the notebook to the first page. Shawn wrapped his arm around her and pecked her cheek. he was relieved that she wasn't in the dark place anymore, and that she wasn't mad at him for reading the diary.