Shawn Mendes Imagines

Reservation//S.M

I peek out the window seeing that the line to take pictures with Shawn had only gotten bigger.

"Are you sure you can't hold it for one more hour?" I questioned into the phone.

"I'm sorry mam. Our reservation rule is that if you're more than an hour late to your reservation then we would have no choice but to cancel it." The lady softly replied in a professional voice.

"Ok thank you." I sigh.

"I'm really sorry Ms. Mendes." The lady sympathetically response.

I smile softly due to the fact that me and Shawn aren't married.

"It's not your fault. But thank you for speaking with me."

"Ok hope we see you soon."

"You sure will. Goodbye."

I sigh and hang up the phone. 

I look at myself in the mirror as tears brim my eyes. I quickly sniffle and wipe them away.

I then proceed to take off my jewelry and dress. I slip into my sleeping shorts and an oversized shirt.

I begin looking for a good channel to watch on the hotels tv. Most were in Portuguese. Finally I find a channel showing movies in English. Currently the 5th wave was playing.

I hear the door finally open after about thirty minutes.

"Babe I just need to change my clothes then we can go." Shawn rushes into our room.

"What?" I question

"Wait why aren't you ready?" Shawn stops what he's doing.

"Because our reservation were an hour and a half ago. They give reservations away after an hour. So they got canceled." I explained

"What?" Shawn's face falls.

"Yeah I tried calling you. You didn't answer. Then I tried texting you. You didn't read them. So...." I start scrolling through my phone.

"Y/n I'm so sorry." Shawn barely whispers.

"It's whatever. It's fine. I was just gonna go take my make up off and then watch some movies or go to bed." I reply. I get off the bed.

"We can still go somewhere to eat." Shawn suggest.

I walk towards the window and see the hotel surrounded by people. Leaving this hotel would be hell.

"I'm not hungry. I'm just tired."

"So we're not gonna do anything for our anniversary." He asks still standing.

"I'm just not in the mood to do anything."

"You're mad me aren't you?"

"No I'm not." I defend.

" I can't just say no to them. I can't just make them go away."

"I never said I wanted you to." I scoff

"I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"We should have just stayed home. Like I told you." I sigh as I walked into the bathroom.

"So now this is my fault." He retorts as he sits on our bed.

"No. I'm sorry. Like I said I'm just tired." I reply as I take off my make up.

"No you're right. We should have gotten the private beach house. Instead of staying at a hotel."