Shawn Mendes Imagines

38. Regrets Pt.1

So ready for SM3 !

Y/N's perspective

The jingle of the keys in the lock of the front door slowly pulls me out of my slumber, and it takes me a second to realize I'm still in the couch where I fell asleep hours ago, dead of exhaustion. I rub my eyes with my fists and quickly look at my phone : 4.16 AM.

Now perfectly alert, I can see a large frame in the lobby, but not for too long because he's already climbing the stairs, just having thrown the keys of his characteristic Jeep on the piece of furniture sitting next to the door beforehand.

I get up from the couch and make my way to the end of the stairs, waiting for him to come back. My steps are so light that the wooden floor doesn't even crack a little like it usually does. It causes him not to notice me once he's back downstairs. Fear takes over his face for a short moment as he turns his head and catches my sight. He brings one of his hands to his chest, attempting to slow down his heart rate by this simple gesture. His brown eyes then study my face, probably discerning my dark circles, red eyes, or just my tired and worried expression in general.

"Oh... You're here." He simply states after a long minute, his mouth a tiny bit agape.

Of course I'm here. Where else does he want me to be ?

"Yeah... I'm here." I wrap my arms around myself, retightening my silky robe around my body.

"I didn't think you'd be up this late." His gaze's still holding mine, and I can now glimpse a strange twinkle into them. That's not some kind of happiness or anything else, no.

"Did you drink tonight ?"

"W-What ? Oh... Yeah. But only one drink or two, barely more." He shakes his head from left to right and looks at me again afterwards.

"So you're telling me you took our 4-year-old daughter with you all day, planning to bring her back here at 6 P.M, which is totally fine with me, but you actually bring her back at 4 in the fucking morning, and on top of that, you drove being half drunk ?!" I raise my voice, avoiding to shout too loud and wake up the little girl he's just put in her bed.

"I'm not half drunk ! You know I can't be drunk just because of two drinks ! Listen... I took Y/D/N to the zoo this afternoon, and I received a text from Brian who told me he had some friends over this evening. He wanted me to be there too. I told him I had Y/D/N with me today, and he just said I could bring her too. You know how much she loves the guys and how much the guys love her, right ? I just didn't realize it was that late." He responds and tries to explain himself, his hand rubbing the back of this neck.

I run my left hand through my hair in annoyance and sigh loudly.

"It didn't cross your mind that I was worried sick the whole time ? You didn't think about texting me to warn me or just to ask me to come and pick Y/D/N up at Brian's place ? Fuck, Shawn. How irresponsible are you exactly ?" I turn my back at him and walk to the kitchen.

I pour myself a well-needed cup of lukewarm coffee which didn't keep me awake like it should have. Shawn follows me in the room and watches me sipping at my coffee.

"4 in the morning..." I whisper to myself, but of course, he hears it as well.

"I'm sorry, okay ? She fell asleep in Ian's arms, and we put her in the couch. She slept a bit at least." That's his turn to run a hand through his hair. All what he's trying to do is justify himself, but it doesn't change anything to the situation.

"She slept a bit at least ? That's all you have to say for yourself ? Holy shit, Shawn ! Why didn't you answer my calls or my texts ? You don't realize how worried I was ! I thought something happened to the both of you ! I was ready to open the door and find a policeman telling me my daughter and his father had had an accident or some shit !" I say louder than everything before and put my cup aside.