Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Treehouse - Part 13

Part 13- Imagine:
Shawn's POV:
I return to my next class and hand the teacher a note from the office. I slump down into my chair and not look at anyone. I see a note on my table and recognise Nash'a handwriting.

Wanna talk about it?  The note says.

I look over at Nash and crumple the piece of paper.

   As I'm watching a movie with Aaliyah, I get a message from Brian.

From Brian: You wanna go crash a party?

To Brian: Seriously? Y/n's missing and you wanna do that?

From Brian: Jeez Shawn. I bet she's not missing. It's Y/n. She's probably on the run or hiding out somewhere

To Brian: But it's wrong to go...

From Brian: That's not a no. I'm coming over in 10. Get ready Mendes.

We stumble through the house as a lot of people dance close and cling to one another. I feel someone's hand grip my shirt, pulling me towards them. I have no idea who it is, and she's dancing on me. I push her away gently but she places my hands on her boobs and laughs. I break free from her, trying to find Brian.

Somehow I make it upstairs to one of the rooms which doesn't have anyone making out. I walk up to the window and let out a long sigh. My eyes scan over the trees which seem to be the forest, and in the middle I can see the treehouse. My eyes wander to the lake before going back to the treehouse. Either I'm imagining it or there's a little glow coming from inside. That's strange because it doesn't have electricity. My mind focuses on her. Could it be?

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I charge my phone with a solar power bank and turn my phone on. I immediately get hundreds of notifications from people. Ergh. I clear it all and go to my messages and see a couple from Shawn. I ignore them. I lock my phone and it immediately buzzes and I see a message from an unknown number. They've sent a picture, which is dark and slightly shaken, but it's Shawn, and his hands are on Alisha's boobs as she presses her body against him.

That's the last thing I needed to see.

From unknown number: I think Shawn is having a little too much fun without Y/n around.

The same picture is then sent repeatedly to my phone, each time the image becoming more zoomed in, forcing me to look at the picture. I can't contain my fury anymore so I send Alisha and the unknown number a message: FUCK YOU! I DON'T NEED HIM ANYWAY

I receive a reply from Alisha straight away.

From Alisha: Payback is a bitch ;) 

I chuck my phone to the side and hug myself close. How much longer can I stay here? It won't be long before the cold takes over, I feel like I've already lost conscious a few times because it's been so cold, but at least I slept right? Maybe it's time I go back home.

No, I think to myself. Not yet. I force myself to get up and go to the lake for more water. I blow the candles out and take a flashlight with me, stiffly walking out into the cold.

Shawn's POV:

I quickly walk through the forrest and finally see the big looming treehouse. "She's got to be here," I mutter to myself. Where else would she go? And that dim light from the window just proves that someone's there.

I climb up the steps two at a time and burst into the room, only to find myself in complete darkness.