Shawn Mendes Imagines

Friends and Snaps

Looking at my group of best friends' snapchat stories kind of made me positive that they didn't actually like me.

Why did I even care anyway?

"What's wrong, baby?" Shawn asked from the doorframe. "You look sad," he continued.

"It's nothing. It's really stupid," I said, smiling quickly as it tried to brush it off. So what if they didn't like me? I didn't need them. Or do you?

Sometimes, I would debate with my mind, which would result to light panic attacks - which, would make Shawn so worried that he would actually take me to the hospital. I remembered that he took me there once.

"It's not dumb if it makes you upset," he said in a concerned tone as he approached me, sitting on the other side of the bed, inching closer and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him.

"But it is! I don't know, it's just stupid."

"Tell me," he said, kissing the top of my head, as my head was on his chest and he didn't have to move to kiss me.

I contemplated on telling him or not. What if he thought that I was childish? What if he thought that I was way too sensitive for his liking? What if he left me because of this? What if-

All of a sudden, it felt like the whole room was spinning and I felt Shawn grabbing my upper arms, shaking me while saying things I couldn't hear. It was as if I couldn't hear anything except my own thoughts.

Shawn cupped my cheeks, and finally, I could hear what he said. "Breathe in, baby."

"I- I can't," I gasped. I didn't even know why I was having a panic attack, to be honest. It just sort of came.

"Yes, you can," he said softly. "Just do what I say, okay? Breathe in," he added, before breathing in deeply, to which I followed. "Breathe out," he said, and so I did.

Breathing in and out deeply, I slowly regained my senses, and soon, I realized that Shawn had sighed out of relief.

"You scared me," he said, hugging me tightly. "What if I lost you?"

"You're not losing me any time soon."

He sighed again. "Now, could you tell me what made you like this, please? I really need to know."

"But it's-"

"No buts. Tell me, please," he pleaded, kissing my forehead. "I promise I'll beat the hell out of them."

"Please don't," I said, laughing lightly.

"Well, it actually depends on whether you're telling me, or I'm gonna find out by myself."

"I-"

"I know it's not my business or anything in general, but I don't like seeing you sad. As your boyfriend, I'm supposed to make you happy."

"I'm not saying that it's not your business or anything, Shawn. It's just... it's really dumb. I shouldn't even be upset about this," I said, and if I hadn't stopped myself, I would've been rambling until Shawn decided to shut me up.

"It doesn't matter what it is. If it upsets you, it must be something bad - like, really bad," he replied.

"Well, it's not really bad."

"Yes it is. It has to be. I'm okay if you don't tell me now, but I just hope you know that you can tell me absolutely anything and I'll still love you. I'm not leaving."

I nodded, processing his words. "Thanks, Shawn. I love you."

"I love you, too, Y/N," he replied. "Now then, how about that kiss you promised me a while ago?"

"You're an idiot." I laughed, before kissing him.

He smiled into the kiss, and when we pulled away, he said,"But I'm your idiot."

"That's literally how almost every single imagine I read ended," I said, smiling up at him.

"It's funny how you used to read imagines of me, but now you're actually with me."

"It kind of is."
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