shawn mendes imagines

the wrong girl (pt.2)

word count: 1474

Throwing on my peach colored dress, I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. The dress was down to my feet, the excess fabric pooling around the floor of my empty bedroom. My hair was nicely curled and my makeup was well done, thanks to Leah, another one of my closest friends, right next to Shawn.

Even though Shawn and I hadn't spoken since the rehearsal, I couldn't bring myself to skip the biggest day of his entire life. This was his wedding, and if I truly loved him, I would just have to get over it and pull myself together.

"You look beautiful," I hear a voice mumble from my open doorway. I turned to be met with a pair of brown eyes looking a me expectantly. There stood Cameron, dressed in a nice black and white suit, a pinkish colored tie to match the fabric of my dress.

"Thanks," I giggled, "I'll be ready in a second, just let me put my shoes on."

"There's no rush," he said, walking over to where I sit, settling down in the spot next to me on my cream duvet.

I had just began to strap up the first white heel when Cameron's voice broke the awkward silence in the room.

"You don't have to do this, you know. You don't have to go."

Stopping in the middle of my actions, I pursed my lips, continuing to look down at the hardwood floor beneath us. My fingers finished up the last tie on my shoes before I took a deep breath, my feet shooting up, walking over to grab my clutch, then stepping over to the door.

"You coming?" I shoot, raising an eyebrow at the boy behind me.

He sighed heavily, shaking his head back and forth almost disappointingly.

"Did you hear me? You don't have to do this!" he exclaimed, "I don't want to see you hurt more than you already are."

I clench my jaw, continuing to keep my back faced toward him.

"I want to go. I'm not hurt. He's my best friend, he would never hurt me. Now are you coming, or not?"

**

The entire ride there was spent in silence.

Cameron knew just one thing could break me, just a single word, and I realized maybe it wasn't such a good thing to bring me to the church in the first place. I spent the entire time playing the wedding over and over in my head, him taking her hands in his and pouring out his undying love for her, slipping the gold ring onto her finger as they share their first kiss of being husband and wife. It all made me feel sick to my stomach.

Once we arrived at the church, I didn't get up and out of my seat. It was like my body couldn't move, it was like it couldn't do anything but stare blankly at the glass window in front of me. Cameron had left me be alone in the car, proceeding to make his way into the building and prepare for the ceremony.

I began to cry hysterically, banging my forehead against the dashboard of the vehicle, hoping it'd knock some sense into my foggy head, because I'd obviously gone insane. Here I am, about to witness my best friend become one with the girl he loves, crying in the front seat of one of his groomsmen's car, praying I was the girl that was about to get married. Why did I let myself fall for him? How could I have been so foolish?

I continued to let tears stream down my face as I allowed myself to think about their future, pain engulfing my heart. There was so much hurt that I thought it was physically impossible to move on. How was I supposed to live without him?

"I can't do it."

My eyes shot up faster than I thought was possible, only for my gaze to be met with a distraught Shawn at the open car door, hair messy, eyes tired, lips a swollen red.