Shawn Mendes One-Shots

Nothing

A/N: I think I've been posting a bunch of fluff recently so I decided to change it up a bit lol. Also wrote thin in third person cus I felt like it haha. Hope you guys like it. x

Summary: Where Shawn shows up at your door two weeks after the break up. (Based on the song: Nothing - The Script)

Warnings: Angst and not proofread lol.

Word Count: 3.8k+

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"Come on man, you've been locking yourself up in this condo for almost two weeks now." Brian sighed as he kicked one out of the many empty bottles of alcohol littered across the floor, a deep frown on his face when Shawn didn't even bother to look at him.

"I'm fine Brian." Shawn grumbled, voice muffled since his face was buried in the sheets, head pounding and his heart breaking over and over at the thought of someone who's supposed to be by his side right now.

"You're not fucking fine Shawn."

Shawn didn't respond to that. Of course he wasn't. He hasn't been for the past two weeks. How could he be fine when he's lost the love of his life?

"You're not getting her back just by sulking here Shawn. Yes you two are over but that doesn't mean you stop living because of it. You need to keep living your life man, even if that's without her."

Brian's words stung but they were the truth, and Shawn couldn't argue with that anymore. No matter how much he tries to push the thought away, it doesn't change the fact that it happened. The break up happened and he can do nothing to change it, especially when he's just moping around.

"Come on, the boys are going out at that local bar down the street and you are coming whether you like it or not." Brian pulled the sheets off of him, and Shawn didn't protest, turning to lay flat on his back to stare at ceiling for a couple moments before sitting straight up, surprising his best friend.

The boys had each tried to get him out of bed and every time, each one of them leaving his room without him and a look of disappointment on their faces. They made it their mission to come visit him every day and take turns on trying to make him do something other than sulking in his room. Maybe even making it a challenge on who gets to make him leave the condo first. And he knows they're waiting for him in the living room, it's been like that the past few weeks.

So he understands why Brian seemed shocked to see him on his feet. "I'll be ready in 10 minutes." Shawn muttered, throat hoarse from all the crying. He gave Brian a pat on the shoulder before going straight towards the en suite.

Shawn was not surprised to see how bad his state was once he took one look at the mirror. He felt like utter shit so it's already suspected that he'd look like utter shit.

His cheeks were red and blotchy, matching with his bloodshot eyes, the bags under them very visible as if he hasn't slept well in days, which was the case in this situation. But what hit him really hard was how hollow his eyes looked, lifeless even. It's like he doesn't even know who this man is, staring right back at him with a solemn face.

Shawn closed his eyes with a deep sigh, turning on the water as he washed his face.

He needs to get back on his feet again, even if he has to force it.

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The boys took him at the local bar Brian had mentioned, Shawn smiling while they joked around as they walked their way down the street. Shawn tried his best to pretend and look like he was fine, but in reality, he was dying inside as he tried his best not to drag his feet on the way there, the thought of her still in his mind no matter how much he forced himself to think about something else.