The same photos were all that occupied my social media's. Twitter, Instagram, saved photos posted to Snapchat stories, Facebook; people had even taken the time out of their day to text me the same photos and ask what was going on.
I couldn't answer them. I didn't even know what was going on so how could I explain to anyone else something that I didn't understand, either?
A FaceTime call from my best friend took me off of the site with the photos posted alongside an article about them and I internally thanked her for her timing.
"Hey." I answered the call.
"What the fuck is going on?" I immediately knew what she was referring to and groaned loudly.
"I don't know, honestly. I'm just as confused as you are."
"Are you also just as pissed off as I am?" She was seething with anger, I could see it through the screen and she wasn't trying to hide it either. "I'm going fucking crazy right now. Hailey fucking Baldwin! Is he serious?"
"Calm down." I should have known she would act this way when she saw the photos. She was very protective of me which is understandable since we'd been best friends since we were 3 years old. "I'll talk to him about it."
"You better, Y/N. Don't say you will and then just ignore it. Find out what that fucker was doing with her."
"Can you please stop with the nasty names. Save them for later if I find out bad news." I joked and she giggled half-heartedly at my attempt to lighten the mood. "I'll call you back, okay?"
"Okay." We ended the call and I immediately called Shawn without registering that I had even pressed the call button yet.
When I heard the ringing through the phone, my heart beat sped up erratically and my throat tightened.
I didn't even know if he was awake right now. I didn't know if he was available. I didn't know if he had his phone. I didn't know what I was going to say. What would I do if it was all real? What if he was with her right now?
"Hey baby," His voice broke me from my wandering mind. "What's up?"
"Uhm..." I began to stutter, not actually saying any words but some how managing to stutter over little sounds that escaped my lips.
"Hun, are you okay? What's wrong?" When I didn't speak, he spoke up again. "Please tell me what's wrong."
"Are you cheating on me, Shawn?" The line went silent yet I could still hear him breathing through the phone. "If you are then please just tell me. I promise I'll have everything packed and I'll be gone by the time you come home; I just need you to tell me."
Silence was all I could hear and it broke my heart. It was so silent that it was beginning to get deafening.
"Y/N, baby, I gotta go."
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Imagine This / S.M
FanfictionImagines which revolve around a Canadian singer known as Shawn Mendes.