Shawn Mendes Imagines Part 3 {COMPLETED}

117. Depression

A/n: Okay so let's pretend that it's November second and Shawn is in Sydney, Australia, shall we? Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy this imagine. All right, without further ado, let's begin!

Shawn's point of view

I sat in my q and a in Sydney, Australia. I had been in there for about five minutes when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled my phone out and looked. It was my fiancé, Y/n Y/l/n.

"Hey so Y/n is calling me. Do you guys mind if I just answer real quick?" I asked.

"No." My fans said. I swiped the bar to answer and put the phone up to my ear.

"Hey baby." I said.

"Hi." She said as she cried.

"Honey? What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly feeling worried.

"Um, I'm really sorry to bother you -" She started.

"No babe you never bother me, you know that." I said.

"Well, um, my depression is acting up and I just needed to hear your voice, I guess." She said. I sighed.

"Oh honey. Do you know why it's acting up?" I asked. She was still crying and it broke my heart knowing that I couldn't be there with her to wipe her tears away.

"No. Well, I think that part of it is that I miss you, but I mean, I miss you all the time, so I don't really know why it's acting up." She said. I wanted to fly home to her and be with her, but I first needed to find out how bad her depression was.

"On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst it's ever been, what number is it? Like how high is it?" I asked. I heard her sigh.

"I don't know, Shawn, I don't know." She said as she cried.

"Can you think of a number for me baby? Can you do that for me please?" I asked. There was a pause.

"Um, I feel like if I tell you then you'll fly home and as much as I want to see you and be with you, I don't want you cancelling concerts because of me." She said.

"Okay so if you're saying that, then that means that the depression is bad. So what's the number babe?" I asked, feeling worried.

"Shawn..." She said.

"Please honey." I said.

"Um, maybe like, an eight." She said. My eyes widened.

"Can you promise me something?" I asked.

"Anything." She said.

"Promise me that you won't go underneath the sink please." I said, not wanting her to go get my razors and self-harm. She's never done it before, but I definitely don't want her to start now.

"I promise you that I won't. I could never do that to you Shawn." She said.

"Well don't promise me that you're not going to do that because of me, promise me that you're not going to do it because of yourself." I said. She sighed.

"I promise you that I won't do that to myself." She said.

"Thank you. I'll talk to Andrew and -" I started. She began crying harder.

"No! Don't cancel your concerts please, I'll be fine, I swear. I never should have called." She said, causing my heart to break.

"Darling, I'm glad you called. Honey just say the word and I'll fly to you." I said.

"No. I can't." She said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I can't do that to you and I can't do that to your fans." She said.