Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Treehouse - Part 14

Part 14- Imagine:

I climb up the stairs slowly, my hands starting to numb from the ice cold water when I stupidly picked it up from the water. I try to flex my fingers but they stay rigid around the bottle. My eyes hit total darkness, and then I hit something infront of me. I gasp and drop the bottle as I feel something reach out for my arm. I struggle around until I'm on the floor and try to find my way around.

"Stop! Stop! I'm harmless."

I recognise the voice. "Shawn?"

"Y/n?"

I shield my eyes as a bright light shines directly into my eyes.

"Oops, sorry."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"To take you back home?"

"Why should you? I'm sorry, but I'm staying. You can go back to your fun and games with her."

He still looks confused. I grab my phone and show him the picture I got. "Don't even say it's not you, because you bloody well know it's you and her."

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like-"

I sigh. "And that's what I said to you but you never listened."

I watch his eyes fill with guilt and walk away from him but he pulls me back.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Keep the pity to yourself," I snap at him but then I regret it instantly as he flinches at my words and sits down on the cold floor.

"Why did you stay here? Your mom's so worried about you."

I sigh and try to light some candles but my fingers don't work. Big, warm hands cup mine and take the matches from my hands. Shawn lights the candles carefully before sitting down again and pulling me beside him. He covers my hands with his, attempting to warm my numb fingers. I try to get away from him but he has a firm hold on my hands.

"Stop struggling," he whispers. "Just tell me what's going on please?"  

"Remember that Christmas party from 5th grade? After that, the girls liked me. I was one of them. I became friends with Alisha, and soon enough we were inseparable. That video sent to everyone was from my sleepover party, Alisha dared everyone to kiss a poster of some actor and make it as sloppy as possible. Of course she had to film mine 'cause I was still trying to make it in her good books-"

"But why?"

"I don't know? 'Cause maybe when I dressed like every other girl, people actually talked to me. I mean you, Nash, Brian and Cam always did and still do, but it was great seeing other faces, even if it was Alisha's. And then the nightmare of high school started, which meant guys, lots of them, and I couldn't help but start liking them. All the girls made a pact in 10th grade to make out with as many guys as you could before school finished. But my stupid ass was the only one doing it whilst all the other bitches were secretly spying on me all the time. When I found out, I made out with Alisha's precious Jake infront of her- she was not impressed. My next target was deliberately chosen as you.

I pull my hands back and flex them a little as they are warmer. "To make it seem subtle, I even went as far as dressing like my old self and skateboarding to school just so you wouldn't suspect anything. I forgot how fun it was, just like the old times. I was having too much fun and then Alisha's text knocked me off guard, about what the whole point was of coming back to you. And that day we kissed, I realised I couldn't just leave you like I did with all the other guys."

"Why not?"