Shawn Mendes Imagines

Movie Night - Part 3

Imagine:

"Y/n, what are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" I didn't know I was staring at Shawn... again... for too long. He smirks when I answer and tucks some loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

"What were you thinking about? You know the dementors won't get to you, nothing will."

"I know. I love you Shawn."

Shawn gives me a weird look. "Y/n, you're not gonna do anything..."

"NO! I just wanted to let you know I love you. I won't hurt myself again, I promise."

"But you've said those words before and broken promises-"

"This time it's different. I mean it. Watching that film made me realise that I can get better and will be happier again. I mean, I've already stopped cutting-"

"Don't say that," Shawn whispers.

"Sorry," I mumble. He hates having to remember the things I did to myself, and I feel guilty for putting him through so much of my own problems. And I don't know what's worse either, how numb I was through the pain or watching Shawn see it all happening. I make myself comfortable on him, resting my head on his chest.

I twirl a piece of my hair and continue. "It's true Shawn. I've stopped now and I won't do it again. Plus depression can be treated right? Like the Patronum spell. I have you as my light and happiness to repel the darkness."

I feel Shawn laugh and he kisses the top of my head. "Look at you referencing Harry Potter. I've taught you well."

I pull away from him and smirk. "You think? I can't help it if you drone on about it all the time..."

"Hey!" he says and crosses his arms.

"I'm kidding, I love you."

Shawn pulls me close to him and we continue to watch the rest of the film. Each time a dementor appears, I snuggle into Shawn's arm and he rests his head on me.

   When the film finally finishes, Shawn stretches beneath me, his feet kicking a sofa cushion and making part of the den collapse.

"Whoops!" he says. He shuffles forward to fix it but another section collapses, the bed sheet draping on top of Shawn.

I laugh really hard and watch him try to fix it, which only results in the den collapsing on us.

"You're so clumsy Mendes, it's unreal," I say inbetween fits of laughter. To make matters worse, Shawn pounces on me and starts to tickle me. I wriggle around and kick my legs, but he's so much stronger than me. I grab a cushion and hit him on the head and he finally stops - for a second. His eyes flash with mischief and he rolls me onto him so I sit in his lap like a child whilst he continues to tickle me.

"Stop! Shawn, please!" I yell, but I'm laughing too much for him to hear what I'm saying. I manage to hold on to his neck and bring him down with me, so that we're lying down on the duvet and cushions and half of the den broken. I try to catch my breath back as I stare into his eyes as they crinkle around the edges, his teeth showing in his smile. I run my hand through his hair slowly until my heartbeat falls back to normal. But it never does when I'm around Shawn.

"I haven't laughed so hard in so long," I whisper.

Shawn locks his fingers around mine and smiles. "It's a good thing you came then. I missed hearing your laugh, your real laugh."

I close my eyes to shut out the guilt that floods through me, but I know that I will never stop feeling guilty.

"Stop feeling guilty," Shawn whispers as if he read my mind.

I open my eyes and look at him. His eyes seem so sad as I watch him trying to fight the thoughts and images of my arms. "I can't help it. And it will never go away. I won't ever forgive myself-"

"But you're gonna have to in order to heal."

I sigh. "Shawn, why haven't you given up on me? I don't get how you're still here. All my friends left me, but you-"

"Stayed," Shawn finishes. "Remember we first met in middle school? I haven't left by your side since that day, and I'm not planning on leaving anytime soon." He winks at me and grins.

I throw him a punch on the arm. "Hey! What does that mean?"

"Haha, I'm only kidding Y/n. I love you too much to leave."

I smirk. "And how will I know you're keeping your word?"

He leans his head forward and kisses my lips slowly and lovingly, just like he's always done to keep me safe and comforted despite all the darkness around me.

Suddenly, the remaining poles and sofa cushions give way as the sheets fall on top of us, leaving us in a stuffy darkness.

I get up and shuffle around and feel Shawn's hands slide around my waist, pulling me close to his body.

"Found you," he whispers, making me giggle. He puts me on his lap and gently rocks me from side to side. "Is my baby feeling sleepy yet?"

"I am now," I say, yawning a little. "Will you sing me to sleep?"

Shawn nods his head and hums a soft tune before singing the lyrics of "Never be alone", a song he wrote and composed especially for me. I drift off slowly until his voice seems to be in the distance.

I stir a little in my sleep as I vaguely feel strong arms carry me upstairs. My body is laid down as my head rests against something cool and soft. I feel something smooth touch my cheek and hear someone whisper "I love you" in my ear. I try to turn towards the voice and wake up, but my eyes stay closed.

"I love you Shawn," I mumble and fall back to sleep, back to dreaming of a happier future with Shawn.