shawn mendes imagines

i miss you

(listen to shawn's cover of give me love while reading:))

It was a call.

I woke up to a call in the middle of the night, and at first, it was just a simple call, coming from a simple person. But it was different. My heart raced, my head pounded, and my fingers throbbed. All by giving the caller ID a read.

It was Shawn.

It'd been a year since we last talked. Since we last ended everything.

Every bone of my body trembled underneath my skin as I grabbed the phone. I let it vibrate in my hand, and my heart went racing quicker, until I pressed answer. That was when I went blank, and my heart stopped, along with any functioning part of my body. I went blank.

"_____, oh my god," He mumbled in to the phone. I almost started to cry, hearing his voice for the first time in a year. It only made me miss him more. "I can't believe you answered."

"Shawn?" I croaked, feeling the tears build up behind my eyes. Chills began running down my shoulders and back, listening to his soft voice made me shudder.

"I'm sorry I haven't called," He replied quietly. The wind that rushed inside of my room had been louder than his voice. "I'm in New York, _____, and it's two in the afternoon, a-and I can't seem to get you out of my head. Everything seems pointless, lately. Work, school, simply living. I've been trying to work it out with other girls, but things just don't want to go my way. I-I miss you, _____." He stammered continuously throughout his words.

I couldn't find any words that would be able to reply to his. I stayed silent, breathing in to the phone as I listened to him once again.

"Songs that were meant for other girls turned out to be for you. Vivid dreams turned in to the thought and memories of being with you. Eight hour sleeps turned in to five, because the emptiness beside me was uncomfortable. Dining turned in to take-out, because I couldn't stand the empty seat in front of me. Two beers turned in to bottles of vodka. My clothes are stained with alcohol. I thought I'd be okay, but everything is the opposite of okay, now."

I stayed silent once again before speaking up, "I miss you, too, Shawn."

I heard him let out a sigh of relief through the phone. "Where are you?"

"Home. I'm at home." I whispered, because I couldn't find the strength to speak any louder.

"I'm coming, _____. I'm coming by tomorrow," That moment had started the tears, happy tears. He was finally coming back. "Baby, we're going to work this out, okay?"

"O-Okay."

"I miss you."