Shawn Mendes Imagines

Broken Heart

"Your heart was glass, I dropped it."

Y/N's POV

As the plane takes off from the runway, I look out the window and get one last glance of New York City, my home for the past four years.

I had moved here from Toronto when I got into NYU but now, after graduating in the spring, I was headed back home.

After landing in Pearson Airport, my best friend, Y/F/N welcomes me with a huge hug and lots of squeals.

As we sit in the uber, on our way to my new apartment, I look around at the familiar place of downtown Toronto. It felt good to be home.

To be honest I just wanted to flop down and sleep but Y/F/N insisted that we go out, as a welcome home celebration.

So after digging around in my moving boxes for a cute dress and some makeup, here we were, on our way to some new club that recently opened.

We take a seat at the bar and we order a round of shots. For some reason though, she kept looking at the entrance.

I'm about to ask why she kept doing that when she grins, looking at two men standing by the doorway. One was Matt, her friend who I think I've met maybe four times. I couldn't quite make out the second one's face.

Matt spots us and starts walking over, the other guy following behind him. Y/F/N turns back to me and begins talking quickly.

"So, I didn't tell you this but the reason we're here is because I want you to meet someone."

I look at her, my jaw hanging open. "You brought me here to set me up??" I exclaim.

"Yes just trust me! He's totally your type, you'll thank me later!" She gets down from the stool and I grudgingly do the same.

Matt reaches us and he seemed to be arguing with the guy who was behind him. He probably just got told the same thing.

Matt pushes him forward and I finally see his face. It may have been a while, but I'd recognize those brown curls anywhere.

"Shawn...?" I say quietly, my body remaining frozen in shock. It was as if I'd seen a ghost.

"Y/N? I—" he starts.

"I gotta go..." I mutter looking down. My legs take off and I start to run towards the bathrooms, my eyes becoming glossy.

"Wait Y/N!" Shawn calls but I just keep going, making my way through the crowd.

"I think they know each other," I hear Matt say from behind me.

I push open the bathroom door and lock it shut, taking deep breaths and trying to get my bearings. No no no he can't be here. This night is turning out to be awful.

I hear a knock. "Y/N please can we just talk?" he says through the door.

"Shawn... I don't think that's a good idea. Sorry you came all the way here but I think you should go," I say, trying to keep my voice leveled but failing.

"I'm sorry okay? I regretted everything the next day! I tried to call you... or find you, but you disappeared."

"You broke my heart Shawn..." I respond, my voice cracking.

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2 years ago...

"I'm sorry Y/N, I just can't give you what you need. You deserve more."

"I don't want anything more, I want you!" Tears poured down my cheeks as my heart shattered into pieces.

"You should just go. Find someone who will treat you better."

"But Shawn!"

"Just go."

"You tell me that you love me and then you tell me I should leave!?" I scream at him.

A tear slips out and drips down his cheek. He just looks at the ground, refusing to meet my eye. I guess that's my answer.

I grab my bag and run out the door. Once I'm in my car, I scream and sob.

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I lean against the locked door, my mind going to that day. His voice brings me back. "Please I'm sorry. I just want to talk."

I step back, and take a deep breath. Then, before I knew what I was doing, I unlock the bathroom door. I pull it open, looking down, and then looking up at the man I once loved, the same man who tore me to shreds.

"Let's grab a drink," I tell him, wiping my tear-stained cheeks. I walk past him and he follows. Alcohol makes everything better right?

We take a seat at a table in the corner of the room and order some drinks. There's a pause of awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say.

"So uhm, how have you been?" Shawn says, clearing his throat.

"Good, I guess. I just moved back from New York... got my master's degree."

"Wow congrats..."

"Thanks... And you?"

"Same as always."

We catch up on the past few years, talking about New York, his life in Toronto, casual things.

"Y/N... about what happened that night-"

I cut him off. "Can we just forget about our past? I missed talking to you."

He looks at me and swallows, but nods. "Uhh yeah. Friends?"

I smile and nod as well.

We exchanged our new phone numbers (I changed mine when I moved to New York) and then Y/F/N and Matt came to join us. They didn't dare ask about what happened between us.

After finishing our drinks and then also finishing another round, the four of us head to the dance floor. Maybe it was the drunkenness, but perhaps this night wasn't so bad after all.

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A/N: not too sure how I managed to think of this one...

I was gonna so a pt. 2 but I don't wanna anymore so you can imagine the rest for yourselves

What I had in mind was Shawn still loves her, they meet up, spend time together, and her feelings for him slowly resurface