••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

41: Little Reminder

Shawn's POV
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With my open mouth and closed heart, I hear.
Every question. Every comment.
I hear, but I do not listen.
It's been only two months, I'm reminded of everyday, but it feels like forever.
Pulling her away from me is like throwing away a smoker's cigarettes... dumping out an alcoholic's booze. The world gave me the best thing I could ever ask for.. and then, it took her away.
If only I didn't waste those six years of my life without her. Maybe it could have been us.
"Mendes?" Kian, the radio host, speaks aloud. "You- uh.. you seem a little.. zoned out."
I show him a fraud smile.
"Well I'm not really that boring, now am I?" He teases.
"Oh, uh" I chuckle. "No, not at all sir. M' just thinking about some things."
"About Y/N?" A small voice peeps from across the room.
I look up from the mic to see a short girl with bright brown eyes and long brown hair.
"Oh, w-well-" I begin.
A tall man, just about my age, runs up behind her. "So sorry to ruin your broadcast. Mr. Mendes, there's someone here who has requested to visit you.
I remove the headphones from my ears and let them fall around my neck.
"Yes?"
She runs over to me, trailing a pink suitcase behind her.
"Charlotte R. Mendes." She reaches out her hand for me to shake it.
I ignore her.
"Mendes?"
"Yea.." she says, nudging her hand closer to me.
"As in.. relation?"
She pulls away and sighs.
Her hand begins digging down into her coat pocket. "All in the note."
"What note?"
She pulls out a crumbled piece of notebook paper and hands it to me.
I'll save the story of how the little soon to be seven year old's mother passed. I won't get into how she found me. The only words I have to say for myself, after all these years.. 'daughter'. I have a daughter.
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This was done sorta by the request of shawn and children. I plan on doing another with more to the plot ya know? So.. ya. Totally didn't get this idea by watching The Game Plan... YA!