Shawn Mendes Imagines

"Don't Leave Me, Please"

You were sitting on your inky covered divan, head placed on the ball of your palm, feet carelessly stretched out and placed on the lap of your boyfriend, Shawn.

He sat scrolling through his phone, absentmindedly using his fingers to play with your bare, painted toes, a game of this little piggy without all the baby-talk words.

It was quiet. You liked afternoons like these, when you could just sit back and relax in each other's company, without the constant, awkward need to fill the silence. Besides, it's not like you were just sitting there; you had reality tv to fill the void, too.

But the show soon came to an end, and when another episode of the same one came in, you grab the remote from the coffee table and flicker the tv off, unsure of how many reality shows you're supposed to watch in one day before you go berserk.

Then it was silent, and you didn't mind it the least bit.

After you had been sitting there for a few minutes, Shawn, all of a sudden, looks up from his phone and stared straight ahead.

You wait for him to say something, but it was clear he was still gathering his thoughts.

Finally he catches you off guard and says, "I just realized you're gonna die one day."

You suppress a giggle. "Uh, yeah? That's called life? Haven't you ever seen The Lion King? You know, circle of life and stuff."

"I'm serious," he shifts his position, averting his eyes. "I could loose you today. Or tomorrow."

You press your lips together, waiting for him to go on since you had no way to follow this up.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I've never thought of this before." He pushes your feet off of him and sits forward, placing his fingers on his temples.

"I... I love you. Very much. I can't imagine going on without you, Y/N. Don't leave me, please."

"Shawn-- "

"Listen to me, baby. I want, more than anything, to cherish every second I have with you. This is your life, and you chose me; so I'm going to make it the best one you'll ever have, the only one you'll ever get."

Then he leans back on the couch, grabbing your legs and pulling them back up to rest on his knees.

"I'm serious," he cracks a grin.

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