Shawn Mendes Imagines

Old Friends

Old friends
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It was a Friday night and I was in a bar with my friends, as usual.

"1, 2, 3" Ian counted. As I took more shots. I'm immune to the burning that goes down my throat. They clapped for me. Once everyone had died down a little, Ian, Brian and I sat on the bar stools.

Brian and I stirred up a conversation. I've known both of them for about 4 years now. I met them through my ex-best friend, Shawn.

I was different back then. Nicer, I was that girl that smiled, and wore pink, and laughed. Now, smiling seems like torture, black fill my closet, and I only laugh when I'm drunk.

  I honestly have no idea why Ian and Brian still hang out with me. Every time I ask, they say it's because deep inside they know I'm that same dorky girl. Which I know I am, but the last time I let my walls down, I got left behind. After that, it became a bit of a trend.

"Wanna dance?" Brian asked. I nodded and headed to dancefloor. It was only 11ish so we didn't plan on stopping.

Ian came up to us and grabbed us out of the crowd.

"I gotta go," he said running a hand through his hair.

"Why?" Brian asked. Furrowing his eyebrows like me. Ian looked at him then at me.

"Shawn's back." My stomach dropped.

"He is! I thought he was coming in next week?!" Brian said excitedly.

"Hold up. You mean Shawn Mendes? He's back?" I croaked the last part. I met Shawn when we were 5. We were best friends. I loved him and he loved me. We told each other everything. At least I thought we did. About a year ago, Shawn and I had a huge fight. That entire week we ignored each other. The Monday after, I swallowed my pride and went over to apologize. When I got there his mom looked at me confused and said those words that crushed me, "He moved away."
   Next thing I know my best friend's doing concerts all over the country and he has millions of fans. I tried calling him, texting him, he straight up ignored me. When I talked to Ian and Brian, they said they had no idea he was leaving. He left without saying goodbye.

"How do you even know he's back?" I asked biting my dark red lips. They looked at each other confused.

"He texted us. Told us why he left. Sounded reasonable. He didn't call you?" They asked surprised. My eyes stung.

He told them, but not me.

"No, I didn't know..." I responded. I tried to sound as dead and emotionless as possible, but I know they could sense my uncomfort. Obviously, I don't matter to Shawn as much as he matters to me. Or used to matter to me.

Ian cleared his throat. "I'm sure he has a good reason for not calling you. You could ask him when he comes."

A bitter taste filled my mouth. "The last thing I want to do is talk to him. This is a big town. Maybe I won't even run into him." I said blandly, knowing my word were next to impossible.

They nodded their heads.

"We gotta go pick him up from the airport. We could drop you home?" Brian said. I shook my head.