Shawn Mendes Imagines

One Year

{Y/N's POV}
I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone, dialling the familiar number. As it rang I thought of what I was going to say.

"One year," I said out loud. "One year sober!" I smiled excitedly and waited for him to pick up.

"Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now. Please call me back another time or leave a message," I cleared my throat and waited for the beep.

"Hey, Shawn. I need to tell you something, something important. Please call me back when you get this." I said and hung up. I leaned back in my seat and switched on the TV, waiting for a call back.

A few days later

I've called Shawn at least once a day, and he hasn't called me back at all. I groaned and rang him again, receiving his voice mail. But this time, it was different.

"Hello, this is Shawn- and Hailey! We're both probably super busy right now doing whatever, so call us back later!" I waited for the beep. But this time, I didn't leave a message. I hung up, and froze. I wiped away a single tear and grabbed my car keys.

A few hours later

"Well, Shawn." I slurred. "I hope you're happy with whatever her name was, Hannah? Heather? I don't remember. But I hope you're both very happy," I spat and hung up. I brought the bottle back to my lips and sighed.

"I did it for you, Shawn!" I yelled. "And now one year. One whole year of being sober has gone down the drain."

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This is really short but I liked the idea