Shawn Mendes Imagines

Midnight Escape

"Come on y/n!" Your best friend cried. "Let's go and shoot some hoops,"

You shook your head. "I need to stay home, Shawn has a tour coming up and I won't see him for a few months,"

"Really?" Your friend raised her eyebrow. "So soon after your surgery?"

"It's not his fault,"

"Well...if you are sure," Your friend stepped inside your house and hugged you. "I'll see you later then,"

You watched as she walked down the path to the car with all your other friends. You closed the door and turned around. Your boyfriend was leaning against the hallway entry with his arms crossed.

"What tour do I have coming up y/n?"

You ignored him and walked past him. He grabbed your upper arm. "You could have gone y/n. I wouldn't have minded,"

"I didn't feel like playing," You shrugged out of his grip and headed to the kitchen. You refilled the coffee beans in your coffee machine. You inhaled the scent of the roasted beans. You worked at the local café which was owned by an Italian family. They roasted their own beans and you got a special discount which you took great advantage of.

"Don't lie to me y/n. You love basketball,"

"Well, today I don't feel like playing," You pressed the button and watched as the black liquid filled the two mugs.

"This is about your surgery," 

For a second you stopped your movements. 

You were glad that you wore thick pants and a jumper. The coldness from the ice underneath your feet was surrounding you. You smirked as Shawn and a few of his friends lined up on one side of the rink. You turned your head to the side and bumped fists with your best friend. 

It was a Friday morning. Which meant that it was game day. Every Friday morning, before you went to University and Shawn left for the studio, the two of you along with your other friends would play a game of ice hockey.  Your team were the reigning champions.

"You are losing your crown, today babe," Shawn taunted  

"Bring it, Mendes!"

Your other friend - who was not a sports person at all started to count down. She was sitting on the rail, umpiring the game. She blew the whistle and the six of you skated to the middle of the rink to the puck.

The game was rough like usual. You skated around the goal and before you knew it, you crashed into the rail and flipped over. You screamed in pain. Shawn skated to you and jumped over the railing.

"Y/n," he gasped. "Are you ok?"

"I-I can't feel my legs," you cried. 

You had badly injured your spine and broken your hip. You were paralysed for a few months and had to learn how to walk again. Since then, anything that involved a sport, you would turn your head away. 

"You can't let fear rule your life y/n,"

You slammed the fridge door closed and glared the singer. "Watch me!"

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Shawn stood in front of the bed. It would have been almost creepy if he wasn't cursing himself for what he was about to do. He just thanked whoever was listening that you were a very heavy sleeper. 

Earlier in the night, he had thrown your warm clothes into the backseat of his car. Now, he watched you sleep, only lit up by the torch on his phone. Sighing, he pushed the phone into his pocket but keeping the light out so he wouldn't trip on anything. 

He walked over to your side and gently picked you up bridal style.  You stirred in his arms, but Shawn knew that an earthquake could occur and you still wouldn't wake up. He walked out of the house and placing you in the passenger seat of his car. 

Once you were safely buckled in, he returned to the house to lock the door, then started his car engine. "Alright babe, don't hate me after this,"

He checked his mirrors for cars, even though it was near midnight, you never know what sort of idiots are doing stupid things on the roads. He plugged in your phone and selected a playlist before driving off to their midnight escape. 

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Shawn parked the car and carefully dressed you in your coat and ice skating shoes. He smirked, if you were to wake up, you wouldn't be able to run away. He swung you over his shoulder and made his way to the outdoor ice rink. 

He laid you on the bench while he put on his skating shoes. On the final lace, he secured you in his arms and skated out to the middle of the rink. "Alright, time to rise and shine," he then dropped you on the ice. He knew you may have a bruise, but the padding on your clothing broke your fall. 

He took a few steps back before yelling your name. He huffed in frustration when you continued to sleep peacefully. He yelled more forcefully. He smiled when your head shot up. You were disorientated, looking everywhere. 

Your eyes finally settled on your boyfriend. He took a few steps back, hairs rising on his skin. And it wasn't from the cold. Your eyes held pure fury...and fear. "SHAWN!"

"Come on babe-"

"Don't you dare babe me! Come and get me,"

"Now y/n, you always told me that you never needed saving," Shawn knew he was in big trouble after this - you could possibly leave him, but you needed this. He had to put you first. 

"Don't you dare use my own words against me. NOW COME GET ME,"

Shawn shook his head. You could feel your blood boil with anger. You slowly stood up, your legs were shaking. You fell down but pushed your self back up. You glared at Shawn as you reluctantly took a step forward. You were wobbly from the lack of practice, but you managed to stay upright. 

It took you a few minutes, but somehow you managed to shuffle your way to Shawn. He grabbed your forearms and pulled you into him. Though it was a hug, you suspected he held your arms to prevent you from assaulting him. 

"You did it," he whispered.

"I hate you,"

Shawn chuckled and took a step back. "Can we go home?"

Shawn shook his head, "not yet," he gently pulled you forward. He slowly skated backwards, with your steps matching his. "Look at me y/n, not your feet,"

You lifted your head up and stared into his eyes. You did a couple of laps of the rink, Shawn slowly letting you slip through his fingers. Eventually, you were skating on your own. You smiled to yourself as you danced around the ice.

You skidded to a stop when you noticed that Shawn wasn't next to you. "SHAWN?"

"Over here," you turned around and saw Shawn with two hockey sticks and a puck. "Ready to lose?"

"Shawn, I-I can't,"

"Y/n," he skated towards you, "you can do this. It's just you and I,"

"No," you whimpered. Shawn pushed a stick into your hands. 

"Are you admitting defeat?" Shawn teased, knowing that you were very competitive. "The reigning queen is abandoning her crown?"

Narrowing your eyes you swiped the stick from his clutches. "I hate you so much,"

"I love you too. Now, let's play."