Shawn Mendes Imagines

Losing hope

Your POV

I applied the last layer of lip gloss and took one last glance in the mirror before making my way to the living room of my apartment and sitting on my sofa. I eagerly awaited a knock at the door, playing with the chain on my bag as I did. 

Half an hour ticked by and there was no knock. I checked my phone for a text from Shawn but there was nothing. He was meant to pick me up for a date at 6pm but by half 6 I was slowly loosing hope. He was usually always on time or if for some reason he was going to be late he would at least text me. A small part of me told me to hold on and wait so that's exactly what I did.

Seven O'clock and still nothing. I slipped off my heals but still waited. Of course he would turn up, he's my boyfriend. He would never do this to me, right?

Wrong! I sat waiting for two full hours dressed and ready to go out and nothing. I finally lost the last bit of hope I had left and grabbed a hair tie from the coffee table beside me and lazily threw my curled locks of hair that I had spent close enough to an hour on up.

I made my way to my bedroom, grabbing an oversized t-shirt and changing out of the dress that I had spent over a week thinking about wearing out to dinner, chucking it on the floor without a caring where it ended up. Pulling open my draw, I grabbed my makeup wipes and sadly wiped of the makeup I had spent forever perfecting.

As I got under the covers of my bed, I finally let the emotions that had been attempting to escape go. Tears fell from my eyes and light sobs escaped my lips. Normally I'm not this dramatic but due to Shawn being on Tour this was going to be our first and last chance to actually go out on a date for months. I wouldn't have even minded that much if he had just text me a few hours before to tell me he couldn't make it. It would have saved me a whole lot of time and stress due to me trying to get ready in time. The doorbell rung but I didn't move an inch from my bed. I didn't want to see anyone.

My eyes began to feel heavy and sting slightly due to the amount of tears I had cried in the past twenty minutes. In the darkness and silence of my room my phone pinged and lit up, signifying a text. I unlocked my phone and selected the message, staring blankly at it for a moment.

Shawn-Come to the door and let me in please or i'll just have to use the key under the mat x

I frowned, regretting the fact that I had told him about that key but I ignored his text.

Shawn-I know you just read that Y/N, please just talk to me x
Shawn-Im really sorry. I was at the studio and time just flew by and by the time I knew it, it was 9pm x
Shawn-Fine, I'm coming in x

I sighed, reading his text. I quickly locked my phone and closed my eyes as I heard my front door open. My bedroom door opened moments after and Shawn perched on the edge of my bed.

"I know you're awake." Shawn said.
The moment I heard his voice I wanted to just jump up and hug him but I didn't.
"I'm genuinely so sorry. I know you were looking forward to this and so was I. I'm so stupid for forgetting." He sighed.
"It's okay." I finally gave in, opening my eyes but still staying glued in my spot.
"No it's not okay. I'm going to make it up to you." Shawn smiled slightly, "I'm going to Paris tomorrow and I know you've always wanted to go there."
"What are you saying?" I raised my brow.
"I'm saying pack your bags because you are coming with me. You can come to my concert and then the next day we can go out and do whatever you want." Shawn said.
"Are you serious?" I sat up.
"100%." Shawn smiled as I jumped towards him and embraced him in a huge hug.
"Thank youuuu." I giggled, "And sorry for being a bitch about today."
"It's fine princess, I deserved it honestly but at least I made up for it right?" Shawn laughed.
"Defiently!" I grinned, nuzzling my head into his neck.