Shawn Mendes Imagines

I Need You

Hey! This has some serious subjects in it, just be aware. *Trigger warning*

*Y/n's POV*

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. In the haze of being half asleep, it took me a second to realize what it was.

I reached through the darkness of my room and grabbed my phone. It was my boyfriend Shawn who was calling.

My mind wondered why he would be calling at one in the morning, but I picked up anyways. "Hello? Shawn?" I answered.

"Y/n..." he was crying, "Y/n, I-I need you."

I realized that it was serious and got out of bed. "Hold on, Shawn. I'll be right over," I told, putting on a sweatshirt and shoes, "Just stay where you are. Don't move."

"Okay," he said, his voice quivering.

I hung up and left my room, heading to the front door if my apartment.

I was starting to really worry about Shawn. He had been having bad anxiety ever since his career started to get serious. All of the stress just got to him like it would to anyone in his situation. Some times were worse than others and I had a feeling it was one of those times.

Grabbing my keys, I went out to start my car. It was just as dark outside as it was inside, except for the stars scattered out in the sky. I quickly started driving, speeding a little.

There was practically no one on the road at such an early hour and I got to Shawn's condo in just a few minutes. The only light inside was coming from the window of Shawn's room.

I climbed out of my car and knocked on his door. He didn't answer at first, so I knocked again.

There was finally the sound of him coming to the door. Then, the door opened and there stood a puffy-eyed Shawn.

"I'm here," I said, stepping in and switching on a light.

Shawn's eyes were red, his cheeks were tear streaked, and his hair was a ruffled mess.

"Oh, gosh, baby," I cooed and wrapped my arms around him.

He immediately started to sob again into my shoulder. His whole body was shaking.

"Here, come sit down," I walked him over to the couch. "It's okay, babe," I rubbed his back gently, "Just tell me what's wrong when you're ready." He kept crying and I just held him close.

"I was going to do it, Y/n," he finally spoke up.

"You were going to do what sweetie?" I asked.

"I was going to kill myself."

My jaw dropped and I pulled away from him, my hands on his shoulders. "Shawn, why?" I questioned desperately.

"Everything was just getting too much," he cried, "There was so much work to get done for my album and not enough time to do it and I...I couldn't take it anymore." Tears continued to fall from his eyes.

"Shawn, no matter how bad things seem, that's never the answer," I comforted, "Think of everything you would miss. Never see another sunset or sunrise, never perform another show and feel the rush of the crowd cheering. All of your fans and your family. Especially your family. They love you and the would be heartbroken. And...me." I was trying not to get emotional, staying strong for him.

Shawn's face looked almost guilty as he looked down, his shoulders slumped. "That's why I called you," he wept, "Because I knew you could talk me out if it. I swear I really didn't want to do it, but it didn't seem like there was any other option. When I heard your voice, though, it was just that little bit of hope I needed."

Shawn looked up at me, "I love you, Y/n. I really do."

I hugged him quickly. "I love you too, Shawn," I expressed, "Can you just promise me that if you ever feel like that again, you'll let me know?"

"I promise," he sniffed, "Please don't leave me tonight."

"I won't."

I felt him breathe lightly on my neck. We sat there for a couple of minutes after that.

"How about we go lie down?" I suggested, "It's really late." Shawn nodded and I led him to his room.

"There you go," I said after helping him under the covers. I joined him in bed, him facing me.

Shawn looked extremely tired as he held my hand tight. His eyelids started to droop and I stayed awake until I was sure that he was asleep.

*1 year later* (okay, so I know someone else did something like this, but I couldn't find who so I'm sorry if I'm copying whoever's it was at all)

It had been a year since that night. Since then, I had moved in with Shawn because one, I loved him. And two, I wanted to make sure he was safe.

There had been ups and downs since then, Shawn's anxiety didn't just magically disappear. But, when things got bad for him, I was always by his side. And most if the time, Shawn did seem a lit happier.

"How are you doing, love?" I greeted him one morning.

"Okay," Shawn replied, continuing to brush his teeth while looking in the bathroom mirror.

I glanced at him, just a little worried. "Is anything wrong?"

He was finished and put his toothbrush down. "It's just," he turned to face me, "I realized that I never really thanked you enough for what you did for me. Sacrificing your time just to make sure that I was okay."

"You don't have to thank me," I smiled, "I did it because I love you."

"Well, thank you anyways," he grinned, "Thank you so much."

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Hey guys. It's been awhile, I know. I'm trying to update frequently, but I have a lot of school work😩
Anyways, I hope you liked this! Never forget that I'm here to talk if any of you are going through something. Even if you don't know me❤
--Kaelan