i'm going to be okay baby

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"Hey, _____?" Shawn greeted quietly, sliding the window up and quickly down as he slid his body in to my room.

I smiled, thinking of that fact that he'd been the best thing that had happened today. A quick change of the mood, just because a 6'2 brown-haired boy who I call my best friend snook in to my room by the window. "Hey. What's up?"

"Uh, nothing. You mind if I lay down? With you? I-I mean I'm just exhausted." He stammered, and his hesitance throughout the answer made me nervous, but I did nothing to find out if I should be.

"Yeah," I smiled again. "Of course."

I shifted to one side of my bed, leaving space for Shawn to slip his body in to my covers. He got comfortable, and out of habit, I scooted closer to him, laying my head on top of his chest.

His breathing was even, running down the nape of my neck, and his hand ran up and down my arm, leaving me warm. Protected. I never wanted to leave.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, barely audible due to the fact I was completely worried at that point, hence his hesitance.

"Yeah," He mumbled, taking a deep breath along with the one word. "Why wouldn't I be?"

I shrugged, propping myself up by my elbows, forearms resting on top of Shawn's chest. I looked at him in the eye, placing a hand on top of his cheek. "Are you sure? You can tell me, Shawn."

He gave me a small smile, placing his hand on top of mine. "I'm fine, _____. Really."

"Why are you lying?"

"I'm not-"

"Shawn." I said more sternly this time, done with his horrible lying that made me cringe. I lifted myself up from his hold, and as much as I wanted to lay back down, I didn't.

"_____," He grabbed my hand. "Lay back down."

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

He nodded. And so I did what he said, resting my head on top of his chest once again, hearing his heartbeat quicken. He began to hum as he stroked my hair, and eventually, he began to sing.

"What if I told you a story all about someone who loved you?
What if I told you he's sorry for making you wait?
What if I told you he's dying cause he can't change his story?

What if I told you that someone...was me?"

My breathing stopped, taking in the words he just sang and trying to figure out what he meant. He never meant what he would sing, but this time was different. It was the second time I got out of his hold, sitting on my knees as I stared down at Shawn

"What do you mean, Shawn? You aren't dying are you?" Tears and tears began to appear. "Shawn." I said again when he didn't answer. "Please tell me you aren't dying."

"They found tumors all over my body, _____."

"No," I shook my head. "No, no, no. Shawn, no. You're lying, you have to be." I got out of bed, cupping my mouth to stifle my cries, but Shawn soon did that for me.

He got out of bed, wrapping his arms around me. "I love you, _____. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

I fisted his shirt, looking at my hands and then back up at him, processing the words he said. I passed over it in his song, because I was too worried of the others. "I love you, too, Shawn."

"I mean more than a friend, _____. I love you."

I nodded. "I know," I said, playing with his hair. "And I love you, too."

He kissed my forehead, and hugged me tighter, and I was still crying in to his shirt. "I want you to know that I'll always love you, _____. Please don't ever forget that."

"Please don't say that, Shawn. You're going to fight and you're going to live. You're going to be here saying it yourself."

"I don't want you staying here, hoping that I'll be okay."

Trying to take the feeling of a knife in my stomach away, I kissed him. I kissed him with every ounce of strength I was able to give, feeling as if I may collapse any second now.

"You're going to be okay, Shawn. Please just tell me that." I whispered, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Even if it may not be true?"

"Please."

He nodded, closing his eyes as he muttered, "I'm going to be okay baby."

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I'm sorry that like 3/4 of my imagines are sad. And that my latest one was trash. But let's all hope that it gets happier and better aahahaha

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