Shawn Mendes Imagines [closed]

Cops & Criminals

I don't know what this is. I just... wrote. Also, I'd love it if you commented on my new story "The Bad Boy's Promises" and voted too.

Shawn's Point Of View

"Who do we have in here?" I asked one of my colleagues who was taking me into the interrogation room.

"I think you'd know her pretty well." He shot me a smile as he opened the door.

When I saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. Leather jacket, hair down, arms folded and clearly annoyed by boss interrogating her. He looked up at me and circled the table. Michael closed the door behind me.

"You keep coming back, can't keep away can you?" he joked.

She let out a fruity laugh. "I don't keep coming back: you keep coming for me."

He reached the front of the desk and looked at me. So did she and her expression changed from a recovering laugh to hatred. I could sense it. The look she gave me. The way her jaw clenched.

"All right." Boss organised his papers. "Tell us what you know."

"I don't know jackshit," she replied, looking away.

"You do know something. And if you co-operate with us then we may let you off-"

"I've told you." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't know anything. Even if I did I wouldn't tell you guys."

"Y/N-"

"Just because we dated doesn't mean I knew what he did twenty-four-seven. I don't know where he went in the nights when I asked he'd give a simple answer. That's how our life works: don't trust anyone," she explained, looked away momentarily then back at him. "Why come to me? There are hundreds of us yet I'm always your target."

"Well, you do stand out and you're easy to get," the boss replied.

She didn't speak after that and folded her arms again.

"You're not going to speak, are you?"

She scoffed. "Even if you gave me a million dollars, I'd keep my mouth shut."

Boss leaned back in his chair and looked at me again, got up with his papers and walked towards me. "Talk with her. When you're done, let her leave." Then he walked off with Michael, leaving her and me in the room alone.

"Y/N..."

Slowly, her head turned to look at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead. I swallowed.

"What? I'm not going to tell you anything."

"What's happened to you?"I asked.

"We both got our fate," she replied. "You became successful. Two years in college now you're protecting citizens. And me?" she scoffed and gave a weak smile. "I couldn't. I didn't have a future. Almost failed school and didn't go to college so here I am."

"You're better than this," I told her.

"Am I? Wait, was I? As a student, I was hardly good at anything in school. I lacked friends, although I still had some. I had you. The popular kid. Do you know how that meant to me? Do you know how much it meant to me when you turned your back on me?"

I looked out the window then back at her. "It's my job."

"Your job means more to you than pointing a gun to your friend's head? That says something about you."

I stayed quiet.

"Of course you don't have anything to say."

"What would you have liked me to do? Point it somewhere else?"

"How about not at all?"

"I couldn't do that."

"Of course not. I'm sorry. Your job is to get people like me. The enemies."

"Y/N you're not an enemy."

"We're opposites so yes I'm the enemy."

"Have you ever heard that opposites attract?"

She actually smiled. "Shit attracts flies too."

"I know you, Y/N, this isn't-"

"I know you know me. You have a file on me on your computer which can tell you anything about me. So yes, you do know me. I don't know you."

"You do. I haven't changed."

"So you still have a crush on me like you used to?"

"Yeah."

After a few seconds she replied, "Sucks to be you."

"You can't say that you moved on."

"I can say whatever I want."

"You can't lie." I furrowed my eyebrows in anger.

"No... I can lie."

"You still like me."

She got up from the chair. "I'm wasting your precious cop time."

I stood in front of her. "You're not leaving. I want answers."

Her expression hardened. "So do I. But we don't always get what we want, do we?" she walked out the door and I watched her go.

A/N: oh my god what is this? by the way, the "shit attracts flies" isn't my own comeback I got it off the internet because I could never think of a comeback that good. Or one at all, for that matter. Have a good day.