Shawn Mendes Imagines [closed]

Café (part two)

Someone liked the first part sOoO I'm making a second just like they asked. (Btw, LoVe that photo)

Y/N's Point Of View

It had been a year since I last saw Shawn. Until today. He stood in front of me, back turned but I knew it was him. I was shocked. I was frozen on the spot. He still looked the exact same as he did a year ago. Actually, in fact, he looked better. His hair was a little long in need of a trim but he looked all right and he had definitely started to work out a little more because I noticed through his clothes.

Quickly, I pulled my hood up and walked down the other aisle to grab what I needed. George had asked for a specific cereal he wanted me to buy and he couldn't so I came. After I grabbed the cereal, I went to the counter and paid for it.

"That'll be four-thirty-seven," the lady tells, behind the till.

I handed her the money and she handed me the receipt.

"Are you all right, honey?" she questions.

I, rather distracted, look at her. "Oh, um, yeah, I'm all right."

The shop assistant was a mutual acquaintance of mine. I only spoke to her when I came over to the shop (which was mostly every day) so we'd end up talking often than not. She seemed to care about how I was doing. She seemed to be the only one who did.

She nodded her head and I walked off. Shawn hadn't spotted me yet. In fact, at all. Hopefully, he wouldn't even recognise me. When I looked around the car park, I saw his Jeep (or what seemed to be his jeep) parked there so I walked even faster. Soon, I was gone and out of his possible sight.

A week later, George had asked me to grab something else from the shop. So I did. I walked in, got the stuff, paid and walked out. Once again, like I'd been doing for the past three days, I searched the car park for a Jeep.

No Jeep in sight.

I quickened my pace home with my head down. Only then, I ran into someone. They actually ran into me. Literally. And, me being quite fragile, almost got tipped over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Boy did I know exactly who that was without looking up. I even recognised his shoes. His voice was a little breathless from the run but he still sounded like the Shawn Mendes who's third album reached number one.

I didn't say anything and continued walking. Head down like always.

"Wait... Y/N?" he questioned. "Is that you?" he gripped my arm which I immediately jerked away.

"Yeah, that's me. What is it?" I said, turning around and looking at him.

Holy shit.

"Holy shit," he breathed.

"What?" I snapped.

"You look different," he commented.

"Uglier, yeah, I know. Thanks for pointing it out," I, sarcastically, said.

"No," he argued. "You look more tired... is that a black eye?"

I turned my head to face the floor. I couldn't even say anything bad about how he looked. He looked beautiful as always. Perfect and in tic-tac condition like he always has been.

He is Shawn Mendes after all.

He, softly, grabbed my jaw to make me look at him. Immediately, his jaw clenched. "Please don't tell me this was George," he begged.

I slapped his hand away. "Doesn't matter," I muttered.

"W-what do you mean it doesn't matter?! I left you for a year and you're still in the same situation. You're... you're even worse." He almost yelled.

"It just doesn't matter. It never has. It never will." I turned on my heel and walked away.

"I'm sorry," Shawn croaked out.

I froze.

"I would have liked to help. I would have liked to get you out of this situation. I couldn't. And I'm sorry." I heard him say.

I turned around to face him. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. I never told you until the last minute, in fact I was never gonna tell you. You can't apologise because you haven't done anything wrong. It's not like you could have cancelled the whole tour just to help me," I told. "I don't need help. I'm not a damsel in distress."

"Y/N, don't go." He walked closer to me.

"When do you leave?" I asked.

"Tomorrow," he responds.

"Then what's the point?" I give a sheepish smile. "I'll see you around, Shawn." With that, I crossed the road and walked home.

No interruptions.

No calling my name.

No coming after me.

And once again, I had pushed him away when I wanted him close. Why do I always do this? Why do I always push him away?

A/N: I want this to have a happy ending bUt at the same time I'd like a sad ending even though when I read a sad ending I demand a happy one. Alsoooo, Youth came out yesterday and I love itttttt. Hopefully, they'll be an imagine of it up soon. (Another btw, boy I want all the merch hoodies).