Shawn Mendes Imagines

XI ✧ NO ONE CAN TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOU

  I felt oddly cold for some reason, despite being wrapped up in the thick comforter on my bed. I rolled over, instinctively reaching out for Shawn so he could warm me up. Instead of being met with his warm skin, my hand only felt sheets. My eyes shot open. I didn't remember feeling Shawn get out of bed. 

  "Shawn?" I called out to him, but received no answer.

  I sat up, not being able to sleep without his warmth. I pulled the blanket off of my body and placed my feet on the floor with a soft thud. I immediately winced. The floor felt like ice. Perhaps I forgot to turn on the heater, it was December after all.

  I ignored it, desperate to find Shawn. I walked down the hallway of our apartment. There was this weird feeling in the back of my mind. Something felt...off.

  "Shawn?" My body shivered as I made my way into the living room. There was no sign of him, but instead all of our friends were spread out on the sofa. Their heads immediately turned my way, and bright smiles illuminated their faces.

  "Just the girl we wanted to see." Brian stood up, walking towards me. 

  My eyebrows raised. "Umm, hey B. Have you seen Shawn?"

  He chuckled, ignoring my question completely. "Come sit down silly, the show's about to start." He reached out and grabbed my wrist. The second his skin came into contact with mine, the whole room became warm all of a sudden.

  What the fuck was going on?

  I nodded slowly, allowing him to pull me to the couch. Shawn's other friends, Ian and Geoff, smiled at me as they made room for me to sit down.

  "What's going on guys? Where's Sha-"

  "Shh, Y/n," Brian intervened. "It's starting."

    What was starting? And why wouldn't anyone tell me where the hell my boyfriend was?

  I didn't even realize that the TV was on until Shawn's face flashed across the screen. He sat with an interviewer that I'd never seen before, which was weird because I went to all of Shawn's interviews.

  "What is this?" No one answered my question as the interviewer began to speak.

  'I'm here with pop sensation Shawn Mendes. How are you, Shawn?'

  'I'm great. It's good to be here.' Something about Shawn seemed strange in this interview. I ignored it, continuing to watch.

  'Now I know you've been crazy busy with the music and all, but let's talk about why we're really here. You and that girlfriend of yours have been getting pretty serious, correct? What's her name again? Y/n?'

  Why was the interviewer talking about me instead of Shawn's music. Everyone knew Shawn hated when people tried to delve into his personal life.

  'Yea that's her name. I love her a lot' He smiled at the interviewer, making the girls in the audience 'awe' and swoon.

  'Wow, young love. So pure. Let me ask you something. Would you die for her, Shawn?'

  Something definitely didn't feel right.

  'Yes, yes of course.' Shawn nodded. The interviewer raised an eyebrow.

  'Wowww, did you hear that Y/n?' The interviewer turned and looked directly at the camera, as if he was looking at me. 

  My stomach dropped. "W-what's going on?"

    I turned and looked at Brian, but he ignored me once again, staring at the television intently. "Brian!" I shouted. I waved my hand in front of his face. No response.

  I did the same to Ian and Geoff. They didn't move either. It was as if they were frozen.

  'They can't hear you, Y/n!' My head snapped back to the TV. The interviewer was still staring directly at me. A smug look spread across his face.

  "What the fuck?" I tried to get up but I couldn't move. I was stuck.

  'Oh, thought you were going somewhere?' His laugh made my stomach churn. I could feel tears beginning to pool in my eyes.

   'The fun's just getting started.' He stood up, walking over to Shawn. 

  "Don't touch him!" I yelled.

  The man reached into the waist of his pants. He pulled out a black pistol, cocking it and aiming the tool directly at my boyfriend's head. Shawn just sat there, looking at me with a blank expression.

  "Stop! Leave him alone!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs. "Don't just sit there, Shawn, fucking do something!" Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. This man was about to kill my boyfriend, on live television.

  'Wave to your girlfriend, Shawn.' The interviewer told him. Shawn's expression remained blank, and before he could even fully lift his hand to wave, the gun went off. I watched as the bullet quickly pierced his skull, sending his blood and brain matter all over the place. His body fell to the floor. He was dead.

  "Shawn!" I screamed his name hysterically as the audience burst into laughter. Ian, Geoff, and Brian did the same, laughing as if it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen. The room became ice cold again. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. The air began to thin and I found it hard to breathe.

  The man walked off the stage, leaving my boyfriend's corpse bleeding on the floor. "They killed him!" I continued to yell, not caring that my lungs felt like they were on fire. "Brian, they killed him!"

  He couldn't hear me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and he couldn't hear me. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I could only watch.

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  "Y/n!"

  My eyes flew open and I shot up, crying hysterically. It was a dream, but it felt so real.

  I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, and I inhaled a familiar scent. Shawn.

  I clutched his shirt as if he was going to leave disappear, still sobbing. "Hey, baby, you're okay." his hand stroked my hair. "You're safe."

  I took jagged breaths, attempting to get my words out. "They k-killed you..."

  He shook his head. "They didn't. I'm still here. It was just a dream." He shushed me and began rocking back and forth. I rested my head in the crook of his neck. He began to hum in my ear lightly, putting me at ease.

  "I'm here, and no one can take me away from you. Okay?" I nodded, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

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here's a taste of my sick and twisted imagination.

- bri