Shawn Mendes Imagines

33: You're okay now

Y/N's POV:

"So before Nash and Cam come out..." I pause as the room erupts into screams at the mention of two of my best friend's names. "I wanted to let you guys know that I will be doing a mini meet and greet out in the foyer in the fifteen minute break we have! So I hope to meet some of y'all!"

The girls cheer me off stage, and about a quarter of the massive crowd bolts out to be the first in the foyer. A security guard ushers me through the back into the foyer where I am met by a long line of girls ready to meet me.

"Hi, my name is Layne and I love you so much!" One little girl comes up to me decked out in almost all of my merch, a couple of Shawn, Nash, and Cam bracelets to give a splash of something different.

"Hi, Layne! It's nice meeting you, I love you too!" I give her a big hug as she starts to tear up a little bit. Someone, I assume is her friend, takes a quick picture, and with one last hug, I'm on to the next girl.

Right when the last girl is taking her picture with me, Andrew comes literally running into the small foyer.

"Y/N, its happening again." He looks terrified. My heart begins to pound, and I hug the girl a last time. Without waiting for Andrew, I begin to sprint backstage to Shawn's dressing room. His door is closed so I push it open to see him laying on his side on the small couch. His body is shaking like he's crying. I rush over to his side.

"Shawn, baby, open your eyes." I say in a soothing voice. He only squeezes them even tighter, and his hands curl up into fists.

"Oh gosh, no please, make it stop!" He yells. I nearly start crying. I hate seeing him like this.

"Shawn, open up your eyes. It's only a flash back, come on, baby." I stroke his soft hair, moving closer to him.

"Oh my gosh." He repeats, continuously trembling as if he were freezing cold.

"Shawn." I whisper, running my thumb gently over his eye lids, trying to get them to open up. Finally, he gives into my pleas and his eyes fly open. Sheer terror sits in his gorgeous eyes. At this point, I lightly start to cry.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry, princess." He unclenches his hands, moving one of them to under my eyes, wiping away the single tear that escaped.

"No, Shawn, you can't help that you have flashbacks to that night." I mumble, holding his hand to my face.

About ten months ago, Shawn was driving back home from the grocery. A drunk driver slammed into his car going way past the speed limit, and due to the impact Shawn went into a coma for a week. He says all he can remember is being helplessly shut in the car and then everything going black as the sirens pulled onto the scene.

Ever since then, periodically, he'll remember the claustrophobia that consumed him, and it will cause him to have a massive panic attack.

"I know but I put you through that every time." He sits up on the couch, and I stand up out of my crouching position, my knees popping.

"Andrew, water bottle please." I turn towards Andrew who politely turns, rushing out of the room to grab a cold bottle of water.

Shawn pushes his hands through his now sweaty hair, and once Andrew returns, I pass the water bottle to Shawn.

"Here, drink something baby." I instruct. He takes a small sip.

"Alright, fifteen minutes 'till your set, Shawn." A venue manger pops his head into the crowded dressing room. Shawn nods to show his understanding, then stands up and wraps me in his arms.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you so much." He murmurs into my ear. I squeeze him tighter.

"I love you more. Just remember, you're okay now."

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A/N

Hey my lovlies! I got the idea for this from a Nash imagine, but here it is! I hope you liked it! Vote, comment, and share!

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