Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 11

Imagine:

I pick a black and white striped crop top that sits off my shoulders. I pair it with black jeans and a denim jacket because I don't want to be freezing my ass off outside. I finish my make up with a little red lipstick and look at myself in the mirror. But this time, I really look. I pour my eyes over my features and my hair that falls past my shoulders in messy waves. What was I like before? Was I awkward and clumsy or did I make the most of my height and strength for a sport?

A knock on the door startles me and I walk out from my room.

"Sweetie, there's someone at the door for you. What happened with Shawn? You two were getting on great."

"I, uh... it's a long story."

Mum sits down on my bed and pats a bit of space beside her. "Do you want to talk about it poppet?"

I shake my head. "Not really, I need to go Mum."

"Are you sure? I'm sure Shawn didn't do anything wrong. I'm surprised he's so patient with you, despite the fact you don't want anything to do with him."

My heart starts to beat fast. "W-what do you mean?"

There's a series of loud honks from outside. Whoops, better get to Nash before drives off without me. I slip my feet into a pair of chunky chelsea boots and check the mirror one last time.

"Let me tell you one thing Y/n," she says quietly. "Don't let someone wait too long for you. But if they wait all the way till the end, you know they're the right one."

She stands up and hugs me tight before I leave. "Have fun and take care. Message me if you need anything."

"I love you Mum," I shout, running down the stairs. I think about what she said and how it's somehow to do with Shawn as I walk to Nash's sleek car.

"Heyy Y/n! You look great!" He leans in towards me and I dodge his lips, but it was enough to tell me he's drunk a bit.

"Hey, um Nash, do you want me to drive? I think you might have had a few pre-drinks before the actual party..."

He laughs loud and for too long, proving my point even more. "Relax Y/n, it was just a sip okay? I can manage."

I nod my head as he turns around in the road, but I keep my hands gripped to edge of my seat just to be on the safe side. Nash drives a little over speed on the way to Cam's, but luckily no one notices in the dark. Where it's so dark outside, Nash slams down on his breaks really hard as he spots something, making us both jerk forward. I curse under my breath as Nash turns the engine off and run outside to see why he braked. I see someone crouched over the kerb and getting up slowly.

"Shawn!" I yell, running towards him. "Are you okay? Wait, what am I saying, of course you're not okay. Do I need to call the ambulance? Oh my god you've got a cut on your head-"

"Y/n, I'm okay. It's alright. Hey, I'm okay." Shawn pulls me into a hug and I hug him tight, my body shaking. Tears start to stream down my face and Shawn gently rocks me in his arms to calm me down.

It's all my fault," I whisper. "If only I listened to you about ages ago- if I only drove instead of Nash-"

"Y/n, don't blame yourself. It's my fault, I should've been looking where I was going."

"But Nash drank before he came to pick me up Shawn. I should've drove. What if you had serious injuries? What if... what if you died?"

He rubs my back gently but I continue shaking a little. Shawn takes his jacket off and drapes it over my shoulder. "Come on, let's go inside. I think the cold's getting to you."

Nash appears out of his car. "Hey man, sorry about that. I didn't see you," he sounds worried, but his face doesn't seem to show it. He points to the cut on Shawn's head. "You want any help clearing that up?"

"I can do it," I say quickly and walk to the house. After all the fuss I made, I can finally hear the music that's booming out, making my insides vibrate. I open the door a crack and look back at Shawn. I tip toe to reach his ear and raise my voice a little. "Head to the bathroom, and I'll meet you there. I'll go and find Cam to grab some stuff."

Shawn nods his head and follows me into the house. The house is lit up in a dark, red lighting with lights flashing around everywhere to the beat. I walk through the hallway where cups and cans have already littered the path. I squeeze through people to try and reach the kitchen area. A marble counter is covered with a huge bowl of red liquid, and I'm pretty sure it's already had several inputs of alcohol already. I see Cam with some girls and rush over to him, feeling slightly awkward to pull him away from them.

He smirks as he notices Shawn's jacket on me, "Hey Y/n!" he yells. "You and Shawn a thing again now?"

"We were never a thing! Dude, do you have any medical supplies? Any first aid things?"

"Upstairs, in the bathroom. It's in the cabinet. Yo, tell Shawn to drop by later for the bonfire. Starting at half 8, sharp."

I thank him but he doesn't notice as he talks to the same group of girls again. I return the way I came and climb up the stairs, the music pounding in my ears. I open every door to find the bathroom, accidentally walking in on some people making out. Gross. I finally find Shawn staring at himself in the mirror, inspecting his cut closely. I lock the door behind me and make him sit on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub. I feel Shawn's eyes on me as I open the cabinet and look for some cleaning materials and plasters.

"I didn't think you'd come," Shawn says.

I close the cabinet and start to wash my hands. "Well, Nash asked me to come, so I did."

He lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Nash? Seriously? Even after the warning I gave you?"

"Well, I took it seriously now, didn't I?"

"Yeah, after I almost got run over."

"Stop it Shawn. It was an accident, Nash had drunk a bit-"

"But how come you're only caring now huh? What about all the other times-"

I turn around and glare at him. "Seriously Shawn? Why do all our conversations end like this now?"

"I don't know, you tell me."