Shawn mendes imagines

•12•Protect

un-edited🍒(19/01/18)

Y/N POV

There's people everywhere. Surrounding you as you try to somewhat comprehend what's happening. All you wanted was to have some time with Shawn before he had to go back to the studio.

You were with him in LA whilst he recorded some more of him album. You had been there for a week already and the only times you'd seen him is when he would get back late to the hotel and you'd be half asleep anyway, or when he'd leave early in the morning and he'd wake you up accidentally whilst getting ready.

You both new he was struggling with this album. It was effecting him mentally and physically, not sleeping as much, not speaking to you when something was wrong. So today you both decided that you would go for a walk along Venice beech in hopes of him relaxing for once.

But, that was not the case. Within the amount of time you had left your hotel and gotten to the beech someone had leaked Shawn's destination, and now it was chaos. There was a least 50 people crowing you and Shawn. Grabbing your arms. Elbowing your stomach. Pulling you hair.

Shawn was just as frustrated as you were. Panic written all over his face. He looked hurt almost. But the main thing he was focusing on was you, despite the amount of cameras being shoved in his face. He had you pulled into his side, one of his hands wrapped around your shoulders as your buried your face into the soft material of his jumper, the other arm pushing out in front of him, trying to move the masses of screaming girls out of the way.

You could just about make out him texting Andrew, you didn't see what though. By this point everything was just a blur to you. Tears started softly falling down your cheeks. You don't know why, they just did. Maybe it was the fact your being almost suffocated by these people or whether it was because you just didn't understand why you Shawn couldn't live a normal life and go out in public without being mobbed.

"I'll get us out of hear, I promise" you heard Shawn whisper into your ear, a tone of worry lacing through his voice.

You nodded into his side and stayed silent, scared that any words that left your lips would make the situation worse.

But then you saw Andrew and Jake out of the corner of your eye, moving people out of the way and grabbing Shawn's arms, which still remained around you, pulling him out of the mess you guys were in. It was only when Shawn's grip loosened on you that your realised he was pulling you into the back seat of a car. Which Andrew was now driving.

Everything happened so quickly. One minute you were here and the next minute you were there. It just happened.

"I'm so sorry" Shawn tells you once your back at the hotel, after spending 15 minuets of silence in the car.

"For?" You asked not really knowing what he was getting at.

"For that, look what it did to you" he replied, walking over to where you stood just in front of the bed. He lifted one of his hand up and wiped away a few remaining tears, the other gripping one of your hands as he held it securely by you side.

"Shawn that wasn't your fault, nothing that just happened was your fault. You didn't tell those fans to come. You didn't invite them. They just showed up. It was them Shawn. Not you" you speak softly, noticing he was still tense.

"Yeah but look at you, look what they did to you" The hand resting on your check now moved to smooth out your hair slightly,

"I'm just shocked, I wasn't expecting it."

"If that's all it is then good, I just don't like seeing you upset and all I want is to protect you Y/N. Protect you from having to live a life like this." His head drops slightly, his eyes now wandering around the floor looking at the not so interesting carpet.

"Baby, please don't beat yourself up about this, you did nothing wrong, I know your saying you want to protect me from a life you don't think I want to live but if I'm being totally honest I don't care, because all I want is to be with you, I want to be happy with you, I want to support you. That's the life I want to live and I will do anything it takes to live it okay?" You place one of your hand on his cheek, lifting his head up so he looks at you again. Your other one finding its was around the back of his neck and playing with the shorter curls on the back of his head.

He nods at your words and leans in to place a kiss on your lips. The kiss isn't like any of the other ones you've shared recently. It was passionate and filled with love. His hands found their way to your hips and he squeezed on them slightly, walking you back wards until you fell on to the bed, his following after.

"God I love you" he mumbled, lips still basically attached to yours.

"I love you too," was the last thing said before you two where back kissing eachother.

Fair to say, that night made up for a lot of the time your guys hadn't spent together. And you wouldn't wish of spending it any other way.