Shawn's POV
The sunrise began to show in my bedroom as memories from last night seeped it's way through my brain. Sex. Love. Passion. Sex.
I feel the white duvet covers on my naked body. Little pieces come back to me. Blonde. Sex. Alcohol.
I look around as I sit up, the bed is empty. Then I get up, my apartment was empty. No note or number, nothing. Where did she go?
I remember talking to her that night, she made it seemed like we connected. How did she just walk away? I remember us having a good time and laughing then consuming more alcohol.
Right before we passed out, we were talking about breakfast and how I was gonna cook. I didn't expect this. How could she make me believe that there was something in between then I look around and I don't see her.
I knew she had a good time as I feel her nails still scratching my back, I hope she had a good reason.
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Shawn Mendes imagines
FanfictionImagines of Shawn based of his new album and their titles!! ° ° I may do some Handwritten or Illuminate later after I finish SM3 #158- Shawnmendesimagines
