Shawn Mendes Imagines

Valentine's Day - Part 5

Imagine:

I knock on the door and a pair of ice blue eyes meet mine.

"Oh, Y/n... what are you doing here?"

"Do you have a spare bed? If not I can just sleep on the couch-"

"Hey no, it's fine. Come on in."

I sigh and walk through the open door. I hear his TV buzzing some old film, and there's camera stuff everywhere on the table. "Editing?" I ask.

Nash yawns. "Yeah, just little bits. What are you doing here?"

I sit down at the table and play with my hands. "I... I'm taking a break. I need to think about things."

"Right..." he doesn't seem with it. "Does Shawn know you're here? He's gonna get pretty mad-"

"I don't care if he finds me here! He made out with another girl, and I'm not allowed to stay around a friend's house?" My heart races and then slows again. "I'm sorry Nash...I don't think he's even gonna come after me," I say quietly. I hug myself and smell Shawn's perfume, reminding me of the times I'd lie in his arms and feel safe, protected. I want to go back home.

Shawn's POV:
I lie in bed alone. The small box is on the bedside table. I pull out my phone and send Y/n a message, even though I know she won't reply or read it.

To Y/n:
Goodnight babe, if you can even sleep. I love you x

I wait a few seconds and she reads my message immediately. The writing dots appear for a few seconds, but then disappear. I wait a few more minutes incase of anything else, but I get nothing. I sigh and lock my phone. I close my eyes to go to sleep but I can't. I turn around to sleep but I see Y/n's side empty beside me.

I get out of bed and walk out onto the balcony, the warm night air settling around me. The Toronto skyline is lit up and silently buzzing. I take a picture and post it on my Instagram, captioning it with "sleepless night", hoping Y/n will see it.

Seeing as though I can't sleep, I decide to go for a late night drive, pocketing the small box in my joggers.

I listen to John Mayer and drive around town, my mind focusing on Y/n, and how things would have turned out if I spent Valentine's Day at home instead of the awards show. All of a sudden there's a loud honk from the side and my car overturns. My legs feel crushed and my head hits something hard. My blurred vision allows me to see the heart shaped box fall out of my pocket, and I pick it up quickly and zip it shut in my pocket as my mind blacks out.