Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 8

Imagine:
Shawn's POV:
I pull my phone out and finally message her.

Me: Hey Y/n, do you wanna go for a walk in the woods? We can talk too...
Y/n: Jeez I was only gone half an hour. Did my mum scare you that much ;)
Me: No, but she told me about some things, about the past...
Y/n: Oh, I see. A bit of catching up then?

Why does she make it seem so... normal? Does Y/n not know what happened to her?

Me: Something like that... let's meet tomorrow and we'll talk. Gn Y/n
Y/n: Gn Shawn

There's so many questions running through my mind and I need to find answers, but how if Y/n doesn't remember anything? My hopes of getting her back are slowly dying down, but I can't give up.

   I knock on the door and Y/n opens it immediately. She smiles and then looks closely at me.

"Did you sleep much last night Shawn? You look tired," she says worryingly.

I scratch the back of his head and shrug. "Yeah, I was just thinking 'bout stuff, you know."

"Oh Shawn!" Laura says, making Y/n jump. "How nice to see you again. Come inside!"

"Mum," Y/n groans. "We were about to leave."

"Now, now. Don't be rushing off so soon. You've got all day today to spend the day with Shawn."

She groans again and blushes, disappearing off to her room.

Laura waits until her footsteps fade away and lowers her voice. "It's nice of you to meet Y/n again, and talk things through. But I must warn you, she doesn't recall a thing. Just be careful what you say to her. I know this is hard for you Shawn, but she doesn't want to connect with the past, so let things happen as if it's the first time."

That hurt me a lot. "But why? I don't want to forget the first time, the time she taught me how to skate so well, how she helped-"

"What?" Y/n cuts in.

I try to fight back tears and just shake my head. "I-It's nothing. Nothing at all."

   I help Y/n out of the car and she takes a deep breath. "This place is... familiar."

I keep a straight face and just mumble. "Yeah. Um, I used to come here a lot when I was younger. I still do. It helps me think clearly and I can breathe cleaner air."

I walk slowly beside Y/n and watch her stare up at the trees around her, just the way she did years before. "There's a tree house too somewhere right? Maybe a big old oak tree?"

I stop on the path and look at Y/n. "W-what did you say? You remember...?"

"Remember what? I'm just elaborating on what you said, you know, since you came here all the time."

I sigh and want to punch myself for getting my hopes up again. "Yeah, there's a small tree house, well, it's more of a roof over some branches. It's better in the summer."

I find the big tree that stands in the middle of the ground, surrounded by other trees. We both climb up and sit under the splintered roof, a tight fit for two grown teenagers. We sit with our shoulders and knees touching, watching dark clouds drift in.

"So what did you wanna talk about?" Y/n asks.

"I don't think that matters anymore," I say quietly.

"Why? You seemed so desperate to talk yesterday, and now you've given up?"

"It's more complicated than that Y/n."

She looks up at me, her eyes shining so bright in the dark cold around us. "However bad it is Shawn, don't give up. Who knows what can happen, I mean look at me. My parents said I was in a coma and I didn't stop fighting until I woke up. You should do the same; don't give up until you get what you want." She places her hand over mine and gives a reassuring squeeze, smiling at the same time.

If only it was that easy, I think to myself.