Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬0.4 - Snapchat

Imagine Shawn can tell something is wrong while you're talking on Snapchat.

You missed Shawn. You missed him every day — every hour he wasn't around felt a little emptier.

When he wasn't at school, the days dragged. Shawn wasn't just your best friend — he was basically your only friend.

People liked to joke that he only hung out with you because he felt bad. They whispered about your home life, your slipping grades. And since Shawn had been gone for a few weeks, everything just... fell apart.

Today had been one of the worst.
Some girl decided to knock your books out of your hands, and her boyfriend laughed, saying, "Guess Shawn's not here to pick them up for you."

You knelt down, trying to gather the scattered papers and the pieces of your broken binder while everyone around you laughed.

By the end of the day, you got a test back — an F. And to top it off, your parents had officially told you they were getting divorced.

It was like everything that could go wrong, did.

You tried not to cry. Tried to remind yourself that this wasn't new — that things at home hadn't been great for a while. You'd spent so much time trying to hold your family together that you forgot to hold yourself together, too.

When you got home, you opened Snapchat and sent Shawn a black-screen message — the universal I need you without actually saying it.

Opened.
No reply.

Three minutes later:

Opened.
Still no reply.

You sighed, set your phone on your bed, and stared up at the ceiling. Everything felt too heavy. You hated how much you depended on Shawn — hated that you couldn't fix things on your own.

Then your phone started ringing. You didn't even need to look. You already knew who it was.

"Hello?" you answered softly.

"What's wrong?" Shawn's voice came through immediately.

"I just... it's the same old stuff," you said, your voice small. "When are you coming back?"

He hesitated. "Funny you ask that. I was gonna surprise you, but... I think you need me now."

"What are you talking about, Shawn?"

"I was lying in bed when I saw your Snap — so I changed into a sweater and left my house."

"Wait—what do you mean, left your house?"

There was a pause, then his voice came back — quiet, but smiling.

"I'm in front of your window."

Your heart jumped. You climbed onto your bed and pushed open the blinds. And there he was — Shawn, standing outside in the cold, hands tucked into his sleeves.

"You got here fast, Mendes," you said, trying not to cry.

"Yeah," he smiled. "We share a fence, remember? Now are you gonna let me in? It's freezing out here."

You hung up the phone and tossed it aside, using both hands to push open your basement window. Shawn climbed through carefully, landing on your bed.

He sat down, and you immediately leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry you're going through all this," he murmured.

"It's not your fault," you said quietly.

"But I wasn't here."

"You're here now," you whispered.

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This one was honestly so fun to make❤️
Hope you all liked it❤️