Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 9

Imagine:

We walk into the mall and Shawn takes me to a dessert place. I recognise a few people from school, but luckily they're younger than us. Then we bump into Brian, who's juggling with bowls of ice-cream sundaes and cakes for a children's birthday party.

"Man, what are you guys doing here?" he says, but then a kid comes along and drags him away. "Save me Y/n!"

I laugh and wave goodbye to him as Shawn and I take seats in an empty booth. Shawn's knees touch mine under the table, and he nudges mine every so often whilst I look at the menu, making me giggle.

"Don't you think it's strange to have ice-cream when it's cold?" I ask him.

Shawn laughs. "Don't say that! Any day is ice-cream day, it tastes just as good in the winter... although you do get cold more easily."

"Ahaha. Okay, I think I'll go with the vanilla ice-cream and caramel shake."

Shawn sits in silence and takes a while to decide his order. So long that he misses Brian who's run away from the kids.

"So what are you two lovebirds having?"

I kick Shawn gently under the table and he looks up, finally noticing Brian. I roll my eyes and rest my chin on my hands.

"Y/n wants the vanilla and caramel shake and I'll have cookie dough ice-cream please."

Brian appears a few minutes later with our orders. "Enjoy guys, I gotta go back to the kids."

I laugh and stir my drink with the straw and take a long sip. "My favourite," I mumble quietly, and then Shawn almost chokes, but keeps quiet.

I look down at my drink and realise that I must be somehow connecting to the past, and more often than I like. And it's happened mostly when I'm with Shawn.

"You know Shawn, since that first time I met you, I had these weird feelings like I've known you from somewhere. Is there something you wanna tell me?"

I look up and he opens his mouth to speak but then stops himself, as if being cautious. "Actually Y/n, I don't think that's a good idea."

I let out a sarcastic snort. "What's the worst it could be? I mean, it's not like we were, I don't know, lovers, right?"

His face winces like I've slapped him, and then I knew I crossed the line.

"We were, weren't we?" I whisper quietly. I take a deep breath and look down.

"It's fine, we were only 13," Shawn mumbles, but I know he's hurt.

"I'm sorry Shawn, about how things have ended."

He looks across the table at me. "Y-you don't have to be. I know it'll take time, but maybe... maybe we can try? Again? I can help you gain your memory and-"

I sigh at his kindness but it won't be the same. "I'm sorry Shawn, it won't work like that. I don't want to lead a new life chasing my past. It's a big, black nothingness and you're part of the past, and not my future-"

I cover my mouth with my hand before I can say anymore but the damage is done. Shawn's jaws lock and then loosen again as he speaks.

"Jeez, thanks Y/n. You could've just said from the start you know? Maybe I wouldn't have wasted time waiting for you, being patient with you and so on. Maybe it is just better to forget about the past and pretend we didn't exist, that you didn't exist. Maybe we'd both be happier."

Ouch. That hurt my heart.

Shawn gets up and throws several 10 dollar notes on the table. "You're right Y/n, today was a mistake, maybe waiting was a mistake. Glad to know you're alive and all. Send my love to Laura, oh and Jerry too."

My body stays frozen in place as I watch Shawn stride away, his head down and I see him wipe his cheeks before he disappears into the crowd.