Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬1.8 - Roses - Part 2

Imagine feeling bad for what happened between you and Shawn, after finding out how he felt.

"May!" Shawn called after me.

I stopped.
Barely.

"What?" I asked, trying to swallow the tears burning behind my eyes.

"Why are you so mad?" he said, voice cracking.

I laughed—sharp, breathless, broken.
"I don't know, Shawn. Maybe because you wrote a beautiful song for me. Or because you surprised me. Or maybe—" my voice wavered, "because you chose to sing it in front of my boyfriend."

"May—"

"Did you mean it?" I asked.
My voice small.
Unsteady.

He blinked. "The song?"

"Yes. Was it actually about me? Or did you exaggerate it to make a good song?"

His face softened.
"It was one hundred percent about you. Every line. Every word. It was all real."

I inhaled once. Slowly.
"Perfect."

"May, I wasn't trying to upset you. I just... wanted you to know. And if you don't feel the same—"

"You're my best friend, Shawn."
My voice cracked again.
"And I have a boyfriend. I just... I need time. I need to figure out what I'm going to say to Mike. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

He nodded, defeated.
"Alright."

I didn't speak to him for the rest of the night.
I didn't speak to anyone.

The car ride home was silent.
Dinner was silent.
The evening was silent.

My whole chest felt bruised.

⸻

Jane stepped into my room.
"Hey."

"Hi."

"It was a beautiful song, May," she said carefully.

"Jane, please. I'm dating Mike."

"May," she sat beside me, "we've all been friends since the start of high school. And yes, you like Mike. And yes, Mike liked you. But you and Mike stopped being good for each other a while ago."

"Jane—"

"Let me finish."
Her voice was soft, but steady.

"Mike cheated on you once. He treats you like... like you're less. Like you're something he owns, or something he's owed. He doesn't treat you like his partner. He treats you like you're his kid sister. And the worst part?"

I looked up.

"He treats you badly because you won't sleep with him yet. He's been telling other people that it's 'your fault' the relationship isn't moving forward. That you're 'holding him back.'"

My stomach twisted.

"I like him," I whispered.

"I know," Jane said gently. "But you love Shawn."

And I did.
Of course I did.
I always had.

But loving Shawn meant choosing something that could break everything.
And I was scared.

"Jane," I exhaled shakily, "I need a favor."

⸻

We went to the store.
Then to Shawn's apartment.

"How are you getting in?" Jane asked.

"I know the door code."

"Okay... but you're not actually going to go in, right?"

"I don't think I can see him. Not yet."

"May..."

"Jane, I friend-zoned him tonight," I whispered.
"I told him he was my best friend. I told him I was with Mike. He laid everything out in a song he wrote for me and I just... left. I hurt him. I know I did. And I need to do this right. Just... not face-to-face. Not yet."

Jane let out a soft sigh.
"Okay. I get it. Good luck."

I walked down the hall, each step louder in my ears than the last.
I stopped in front of his door.

I didn't knock.
I didn't breathe.

I just looked at the floor.
Looked at the space between us.

Then I placed the rose down.
And set the note on top.

I would never let something this beautiful die.

My hands were shaking.
My heart was loud.
My chest ached.

I knocked once—soft, barely there—
and slipped away around the corner before he could open the door.

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