Shawn Mendes Imagines

Where Were You in the Morning?

A/N this was the song title I was most excited to hear the song to and... dreams were met let me say.

You said, "I wanna get to know ya."

Then we got drinks. And then we got two. I liked you, and you liked me too. You had to early, but you said you could do it the weekend after. And so we did. This time you held my hand as you giggled over a joke I said.

Why you gotta get my hopes up?

The third time we met up, you leaned in and kissed me.

You said that you were staying over

And you did. We danced around my kitchen at 2 AM and made homemade brownies and watched the stairs on my patio with soft Mozart playing the score to our budding love movie. You said nobody made you smile like I did. And you grabbed my hand and pulled me onto my bed.

But then I woke up to the cold air

I rolled over in the morning to find the other side of my bed bare. The sheets holding a ghost's body. The sun was shining in my windows and everything felt perfect.

How could you make me believe?

I stood up, naive to what you did to me, and walked to the kitchen, expecting you to be sitting at the table snacking on those awful brownies we made hours before. But the only thing on that table was an empty bottle of wine and bowl where popcorn kernels lay.

That there was something in between you and me, yeah

I didn't want to believe it. You said you really liked me.

I look around and I don't see you

"Y/N?" I called out, but all I received back was the echoes. I checked my phone, expecting a text, something telling me she had to get going but she wanted to get lunch

But I forgot that you weren't a contact.

Where were you in the morning, baby?

I would ask myself.

You didn't leave your number for me

How was I supposed to get ahold of you now? I sat down on the couch, tugging my hair with my hands.

Left me without a warning, baby

I got one night standed.

Where were you in the morning, baby?

"You know what? Fine," I grumbled and stood back up. I didn't care about her. I got up and threw the brownies in the trash and the dishes in the washer. I decided to make myself some eggs, grabbing them out of the fridge and cracking them into a pan. But I kept thinking about her singing on the countertop, pretending a whisk was a microphone.

How do you, how do you just walk away?

"Stop thinking about her Shawn come on! You had like three dates and she slept over. It's not that huge of a deal," I started to ramble to myself.

How do you, how do you just walk away?

"Maybe she will come back?" I tried to assure myself.

And I thought you really felt this

You didn't. And I was lying to myself.

When we were talking about breakfast

you didn't mention I would be eating it alone.

You made it seem like we connected

but you didn't mention that you would cut the strings.