Shawn Mendes Imagines

Best Friends... But Not Really

I personally didn't really hate many things. But I knew that, for sure, I hated goodbyes.

You know, the feeling when your best friend just leaves because of college and you know deep down that you have a big chance of never meeting again.

That was my relationship with Shawn.

Maybe, we were never supposed to be together. Maybe, he was just supposed to brighten up the last thirteen-years-or-so of my life and leave me alone after that.

But maybe, just maybe, he was going to come back and everything will be okay.

He'd been my rock throughout the whole my parents divorcing drama. He'd saved me countless of times, and I didn't know what I'd do without him being in my life. Would I be dead by now?

Now, instead of going to college, he decided to pursue his dreams of becoming a singer and I was happy for him. I really was. But deep down, I was also heartbroken because that simply meant we had no chance of meeting each other anymore.

I wondered if he still thought about me.

"Y/N?" someone called me, snapping me back into reality.

I wiped my tears that had apparently slipped out quickly, before looking up and seeing that he was here. My best friend was here. Shawn.

"Shawn?" I asked, still shocked over the fact that he was standing a few inches away from me.

"It's me," he said, sighing in relief as soon as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Shawn, I missed you," I murmured into his chest, as it was where I reached whenever I hugged him.

"I missed you more, Y/N," he replied. "Tour's been amazing, but I miss you so much," he said.

"It's been five years, Shawn. Five years since I've last seen you. You've changed so much," I said, probably sounding like a mom but I didn't care.

"Five years," he breathed out. "I'm gonna bring you on tour with me," he mumbled.

"What?"

"For real, Y/N. I don't wanna forget you or anything. I'm scared that I'll change and not be myself anymore. I want you to be there to tell me if fame's gotten into my head because you're the only one who understands, Y/N," he explained, letting go of me.

"Is that why you're here?" I asked.

"No. Actually, uh..."

"What is it?" I asked, praying that he would say that he loved me because I loved him. I loved him so much, but I couldn't express my feelings because I couldn't risk losing my best friend if things went wrong.

"Look, for the last five years or so, I realized that I need you. I need you to be with me, Y/N. Because I love you."

Not even caring if people were staring at us, as we were outside my door and paparazzi was trailing behind Shawn at every second, I kissed him.

"After all this time, Mendes. I love you so much."

"I love you more," he argued, grinning.
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