Shawn Mendes Imagines

Toronto

Everything about Toronto is just perfect. Toronto is my place but not my home. My home is Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, but he's not here. He's in Los Angeles. Making his third album. I really miss him. I miss his arms around me, I miss his sweet kisses, I just miss everything even the bad things. It's now 11 pm here so it's 8 pm in LA. I made myself ready for bed until I got a message from Shawn.

*can you facetime?*

*yeah!*

He called me on FaceTime and saw that his eyes were blood red.

'Hi.'

His broken voice made his way to my little heart and just broke it.

'Hey. What's wrong?'

'I...I just miss you so much. I fucking need you here.'

'I miss you too baby, but did something happen?'

'No. Uhm. Yes. I just have too much pressure on my shoulders and I can't think properly. You're the only one who can help me.'

Tears were streaming down his face and all I could do was sitting here watching him cry.

'Don't cry honey. Ask Andrew if you can come home. Just say that there's something wrong with me.'

'Do you want me to come home? I...We had a big fight when I left and I just don't want to pretend that's all over.'

'Ofcourse I want you to come home. Why wouldn't I? Okay, the fight was big but it was stupid. You love me, I love you so what's wrong. Just come home.'

Shawn closed his eyes and let the last tears running down his face.

'Oh baby. I freaking love you, I will talk to Andrew now. Bye sweetheart.'

'Bye honey.'

Hours later I still didn't know anything. I was getting tired by the minute and when I closed my eyes I finally got a message from him.

*sorry for not texting you earlier. I'm now at the airport, I will see in a couple of hours bby❤️.*

A big smile appeared on my face and I fell asleep with the thought that my baby will be here soon.