Shawn Mendes imagines

Prank

"Are you sure?" You ask Brian, looking around to make sure there was no one lurking around the halls.

"So sure! I overheard them planning!"

"Wait, so what do I do?"

"So he's gonna take you to the room in the back of the bus, he's gonna do it there. Look in the cubby on top of the bed, where he keeps his rings and shit, that's where he's gonna have Connor hide the camera."

"Okay, if it's not there?"

"Then he's not gonna do it."

Your heart clenched at the idea of him having this conversation with the slight possibility of him not having the camera set up.

"But if it is there," Brian continues. "I want you to agree with him. Tell him you think it's a good idea, and that you were thinking it too."

"Oh my god, you want me to prank him inside his own prank!"

"SHH!" Brian hushes you, looking around to make sure no one sees you two. "It's gonna be incredible, but you have to act like you don't know."

"Okay, okay!"

**

It's been 2 days since Brian over heard Shawn and Connor discussing their latest prank on you.

As you walk down the hall to the back bedroom you and Shawn share on the bus, you know it's about to go down because Shawn is rolling his shoulders as he walks, and he keeps looking back as if to make sure you're still right behind him.

You made brief eye contact with Brian as you passed him, and he nodded as if to give to the 'go time' que.

You shuffle into the small room as Shawn turns to close the door. You crane your neck, and stand on your toes, and sure enough you can see the red light flashing to prove he's recording. You wave at the camera briefly, and then turn to sit on the bed before Shawn can see you notice the camera.

"What's up?" You say sitting on the bed, taking note to how he leans against the wall.

"I want you to listen to me, and let me finish before you react or say anything okay?"

"Okay....are you alright? Come sit Bubs."

You pulled out the big pet name, knowing it's the name you only called him in private, and when you were feeling extra in love with him.

Something flashes in his eyes, his cheek twitching as he looks up at you.

You pat the spot next to you, and he shakes his head.

"I need to stand." He takes a deep breath.

"You're making me nervous Shawn, what's wrong?"

He's breath starts to shake a bit, and you can tell he's nervous and uncomfortable. Serves him right for trying to pull this on you.

"I need to refocus," He mutters. "I need to find myself, and become myself again. I'm letting work slip up, I'm skipping meetings and rehearsals. I'm not writing or practicing as much. And then all these fucking pranks are messing with my head and I don't know."

"I thought we were done with the pranks, I thought the last one was it?"

His cheek twitches again.

"I think I need a break."

Even though you knew this was fake, it still hurts a little bit.

"Hear me out, okay? I love you, but I don't know if I can do this anymore. There's so much stress and pressure set on my shoulders, so many things going on that I need to be aware of. I'm just struggling to juggle everything at once, and I need to tackle big things like tour before I even remotely being to think of something else."