Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 12

Imagine:

I sigh and walk over to Shawn, taking out a antiseptic wipe to clean the edges of his cut. He looks up at me and winces a little as the wipe comes into contact with the cut. I chuck the wipe in the bin and turn away from Shawn's eyes to open a plaster before turning around to face him. His eyes don't lift off me once. I try not to feel under pressure but my hands shake a little. To my surprise Shawn cups his hands around mine, his skin warm to the touch and steady my hands a little. I stick the plaster on his head and rub my thumb back and forth over it. Without knowing, my hand runs through his hair, so soft and silky between my fingers.

A sudden knock on the door and turning of the door knob startles me and I turn away from Shawn in embarrassment.

"Hey," he whispers, slowly standing up and hugging me from behind. "Thank you for fixing that up."

Chills run down the back of my neck and my heart beats faster. I break away from Shawn and open the door. Great. Brian's there.

He eyes the two of us and smirks. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my favourite couple."

"We are not a couple," I mumble.

Shawn laughs behind me and mutters under his breath but I still hear him. "Of course not."

I weave my way through people as I try to reach the garden. If I'm honest, I didn't know Cam knew all these people, and I'm pretty sure there's a few guys here from below our grade.

"Hey Y/n!" I hear behind me. I turn my head around and find Shawn. "You're... you've still got my jacket on."

"Oh shoot! Here." I yell above the music. I take it off and pass it to him and all the warmth goes away.

He looks at me and smiles, offering the jacket back to me. "Here, you're gonna need it. Do you wanna go outside and see the bonfire? It might also be warmer."

I smile up at him. "That would be great."

I follow Shawn through the kitchen and step into the cold night air, making me shiver a little. Outside it's beautifully set up. "I never knew Cam was good at this kind of stuff," I say, my breath fogging up infront of me.

Shawn runs his hand through his hair. "Yeah, well... let's just say I helped Cam set up, and I was in charge of the backyard."

In the centre of the garden is the bonfire, where masses of logs and sticks are already in flames. At some distance around it, there are logs and thick mats laid out where people are already sitting on, pulling thick fleeces and blankets to their chests. The big tree has some lanterns and fairy lights attached to it, giving the whole place a cozy feel under the moonlit sky. A table is propped up and there's flasks of what might be hot chocolate, marshmallows and biscuits and everything fit for a bonfire.

"This is amazing," I whisper. "Come on, let's sit down too."

I choose a spot on the floor and bring a blanket to wrap around us whilst Shawn grabs some marshmallows and hot chocolate. He returns and sits close beside me so that we can drape the blanket behind our backs and warm our faces in the heat of the fire. Shawn places a huge cup in my hands and gently wraps my fingers around it.

"We'll share," he whispers, his face so close to mine I can feel the quiff of his hair tickling my forehead. I look into his eyes and see the reflection of the burning logs, and how the light shines across his teeth as a smile forms across his face.

I look down and blush for some reason, so I take a sip of the drink. It's so warm and rich in flavour, and reminds me of... my mind suddenly races back to a distant memory, something of the past. Cadbury's chocolate which was from the UK, something Shawn and I shared at the tree-house... when we were 13.

"Are you okay?"

My eyes rest on Shawn's and I just nod my head, not too keen on answering him. I shuffle closer to him and hand over the cup. He takes a long sip, eyeing the logs incase they topple over.

"Hey," I whisper. I'm sorry about what I said last Saturday-"

"Y/n-"

"No listen, please," I sigh, trying to work through the things I want to say in my mind. Instead, I look down at my shoes and dribble a small stone between my feet.

"When I started at Pine Ridge, it was a fresh start. I liked it here, and I don't know why. Some of the faces seemed familiar, and some people recognised me, but I didn't know how, or where from. When I saw you in History class and when you came up to me, it was like I was hit with a force or something. There was this big pull towards you and..." I look back at Shawn for a second and blush as his eyes are set on me. "And I wanted to kiss you, but I don't know why. I felt that strong pull before with my parents and those close to me, so I knew you were important to me in my past. But the thing is, I don't want to relive the past you know? I wanted to start again because there was no chance of getting my memory back. You were nice to me Shawn, and those things you said to me on the first day meant we knew each other before. As we hung out more, I started to like you. Then Saturday came, and things were going fine, I did remember the tree-house from the past, but I didn't want to give you any hope, because that's what it felt like. If I showed the slightest bit of affection, I'd drag myself to the past, and I don't want that. But after you left on Saturday, I realised I was wrong. You meant so much to me Shawn, no matter how old we were. Somehow, you're the one thing I can't let go of, and I don't think I really want to now."

My eyes reach Shawn's and they start to get bigger. He leans into me and presses his lips onto mine, and I run my hand through his hair. I kiss him hard, like I've been hungry for them for a long time, and his own lips respond to mine deeply, like they've waited for too long.

I pull away from Shawn and his forehead rests on mine. I close my eyes and feel my heartbeat racing so fast that I can feel it hum in my mind.

"Please don't let go Y/n," Shawn whispers. "I promise to hold on no matter what it takes, and you should too."