Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬1.5 - Moving Day

Imagine being Shawn's best friend, now you have to go your separate ways.

I was eleven years old when I kissed Shawn.
We thought it was funny.
Everyone else thought it was gross.
So we laughed — and from that day on, we were inseparable.

We did everything together.
We still do.

Breakups, family deaths, the divorce — we were each other's person through it all.
If we weren't together in person, we were on the phone for hours.
We texted constantly. Group chats. Private chats.
There was never a version of my life without Shawn in it.

We were the "it" pair, apparently.
The people everyone warned new students about —
You can't mess with one without the other.

We had the same dreams, the same wants, the same heartbeat.

But now everything was changing.

Shawn was going to school in Toronto.
I was going to Vancouver.

When I got my acceptance letter, I cried.
Not happy tears.
Not sad tears.
Something in between — something that hurt in every place that mattered.

I was leaving.
Leaving Shawn.

And that was the worst part of all.

Now, I'm sitting on my bedroom floor.
Walls bare. Closet empty.
Everything I own packed into neat cardboard boxes.
And I don't feel proud.
I feel sick.

Is this what I wanted?
Is this worth losing everything I know?

"Hey," Shawn said softly from the doorway.

I looked up at him through blurry eyes.

"Remember when I made you repaint my room because my parents wouldn't help?" I asked.

"Yeah. You dumped half the paint can on yourself."

"And I didn't even try to blame you."

Shawn cracked a smile.
"I've never seen someone become the color of their wall before."

My voice broke. "Is this my fault? Am I doing the wrong thing?"

"What? No. Nothing bad is happening, Julie."

"I'm moving, Shawn. That is bad."

"That's life." His voice cracked. "And please don't remind me."

"Shawn... I leave in an hour."

He closed his eyes.
"Jule..."

A tear slid down my cheek, and he crossed the room instantly, pulling me into him.
We sank to the floor together, holding on like the world was ending.

He didn't have to say anything.
I could feel he was crying too.
He never once asked me to stay — because he knew if he did, I would.
I would give everything up for him.
He knew that.
I knew that.

"I don't think I want to go," I whispered.

"You have to."

"Why?"

"Because you'll never forgive yourself if you don't."

"Shawn, I'm already regretting this."

"You won't." He rested his forehead against mine.
"I'm always going to be here. Your school won't always be. Your dreams won't wait. I will. I'll be here when you visit. I'll call. I'll fly if I have to. I'll fight whoever I need to. I'm not going anywhere."

I laughed through the tears, wiping my face.
"You always know what to say."

"I hate this," I whispered.

"I know," he whispered back.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.
Soft. Slow.
Heavy with everything we didn't say.

"Just like when we were eleven," he murmured, smiling sadly.

"Not really," I said.
"That was a hello. This... is a goodbye."

"No," he corrected gently.
"It's an I'll see you soon."

I swallowed.
"Shawn... just ask me to stay."

His eyes squeezed shut.
"Jule... I can't. We both know what happens if I do."

My mother stepped into the room, voice quiet.
"Julie... your dad's here. It's time."

I exhaled shakily.
"Already?"

"Afraid so."

Shawn and I stood.
Both trying to hold it together.
Both failing.

"I guess this is it, best friend," he said, voice breaking.

"I guess so," I whispered.

"I'll see you soon."

"Promise?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

I wrapped my arms around him — one last time — memorizing the way he held me.

Then I smiled at him through my tears...

...and walked out the door.

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Basically I just wanted to thank everyone who has stuck with me and sent me messages ❤️❤️ I am sorry I haven't been updating. College is keeping me really busy, but thank you ❤️❤️