Shawn Mendes Imagines

Impossible

I hate being friends with my ex, but I don't want to stop being his friend. Does that make any sense at all?

Here I was standing in front of him in the cold rain. Tears filling my eyes threatening to spill.

"I love you y/n." He admitted as he grabbed my hands, "I've loved you ever since we went to McDonald's at 3 in the morning, I remember how you laughed at my cheesy jokes, and how you kissed me that night. I'm so in love with you."

"You can't love me Shawn." I said softly. His face fell, his eyebrows pushed together in confusion. He shook his head and let his hands fall from mine.

"Why y/n? Why the hell cant I be in love with you!" He asked pretty much yelling.

"Because Shawn, I don't deserve you! I'm a emotional wreck, I don't belong with someone as good as you!" I could feel the fresh tears streaming down my face. Shawn's face was hard to read, but it was somewhere between anger and sympathetic.

"You can't just tell me not to love you y/n," Shawn stepped closer to me and put his hands on my waist, I would of stepped away, and avoided his touch, but I didn't want to, I wanted to feel his touch. "Because it would be impossible not to love you." His large, warm hand cupped my cheek.

"I love you too shawn, but-." He cut me off before I could finish by crashing his lips onto mine. I was shocked at first. I froze up, not sure what to do. I eventually relaxed and melted into the kiss. I slowly closed my eyes, my hand made their way up to his soft brown hair.

"Let's just say we love each other, no buts." He said once we pulled away.

"Okay." I said breathlessly as I looked into his caramel colored eyes. His lips curved into a smile before he kissed me again.