Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬1.6 - Roses

Shawn surprises you at your birthday party, and sings this new song. He stares at you the entire time, and you know it's about you.

My name is May Weber.
Shawn Mendes' best friend.

Everyone knows me — but only because of him.

When Shawn got famous, I became the best friend.
When Shawn gained followers, I gained people pretending to like me.
I went from being invisible to being a shadow.

I cared.
Of course I cared.
I already found it hard to trust people... this just made it worse.

The only real friends I had were the ones who knew me before all of it:
Jane Foster.
Mike Collins.
Jake Ashley.

And my boyfriend.

They were my people.
The only ones.

Today was my eighteenth birthday — the big one.
I always used to ask Shawn what it felt like to be older than me, and he would just laugh and change the subject.
We always joked that growing up together didn't mean growing up at the same pace.

The party was at the community center.
Every person who had ever slightly interacted with me seemed to be here.

But the only people who should've been here were Jane, Mike, Jake...
and Shawn.

"Hey, friend!" Jake grinned, walking over.

"Hey," I laughed. "So... when are you asking Jane out?"

"What— I'm not— I don't—" Jake sputtered.

"Mike told me," I shrugged. "We're dating. It's required information-sharing."

Jake's eyes widened. "MIKE."

"Over there," I pointed.

Sure enough, Mike was talking to Jane — and smiling too hard.

The night kept going.
People kept coming up to me.
Not to ask how I was.
Not to say happy birthday.
But to ask:

"Is Shawn coming?"

"No."
Always no.

He was busy.
He was always busy now.

I understood it.
I just... missed him.

I didn't even realize I was zoning out until the room changed.

A guitar.
A mic being adjusted.
A pause.

And then—

"It's not that I'm afraid I'm not enough for her
It's not that I can't find the words to say—"

Shawn.

I knew his voice instantly.

My heart stopped.

I pushed through the crowd, squeezing between bodies until I saw him.

He was standing on the small stage.
Guitar strapped on.
Eyes locked on mine.

He looked so relieved to see me.
So sure.
So... there.

But I didn't recognize the song.

This wasn't released.
This wasn't online.
This wasn't anything I'd heard.

This was new.

This was mine.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, and this is crazy
But I got you this rose and I need to know
Will you let it die or let it grow?"

He didn't look away.
Not once.

He always looked away before.
At the crowd, the band, the guitar — anywhere but me.

But now?

Just me.

"He's singing to you," someone whispered behind me.

I didn't need them to say it.
I felt it.

"But there's no way that he can feel the same
Cause when I think of you, my mind goes wild—"

My chest tightened.

My boyfriend was standing next to me.

Shawn was singing love to me.
On my birthday.
In front of everyone.
With that look.

The look I always wanted.
The one I never thought I'd get.

I couldn't breathe.

I tore my eyes away from Shawn — and everything in me cracked.

I turned around.

And I walked away.

There will be a second part ❤️
I have two jobs, and I am in college, this is why I haven't updated in so long. I am so sorry :(