Shawn Mendes Imagines

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do you ever have those days when you are completely fine and happy and then the night comes and you slowly start to become less happy and end up crying yourself to sleep bc hahahahahahasamehahaha

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"shawn will be here in 20 minutes, make sure you have all of your stuff packed." My mom came in turning my bedroom light on. I groaned and covered my burning eyes that were exposed to the brightness. I sat up in the bed and rubbed my eyes to try to wake up more.

I packed everything last night, so all I had to do was change into my outfit for today.

"I have to go to work, I love you honey and please don't kill Shawn." She said walking over to give me a warm hug. I smiled a little and hugged her back.

"I'll try not to." I said as she walked out of my room. She closed my bedroom door as she walked out. I picked up the black crop top that had a small rose on the pocket and white shorts. I changed into that and then slid on my black converses. I didn't feel like doing my makeup, I never do. I am way too lazy to do it.

I unplugged my phone from it's charger and checked my notifications. I then took the charger and stuffed it into my over packed bag. I just used an old bookbag because it was the easiest to carry, even if it was ten times heavier than it should be. I put it over my shoulders and walked down the stairs to wait on Shawn.

After about 10 minutes I heard a shawn honk his horn. I locked up the house and took a deep breath before walking outside. The familiar black jeep was parked in my driveway. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. My eyes fell on him as I slid across the leather seat. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He had his phone in his large hand and used his thumb to scroll past whatever he was looking at.

I stretched my seat belt across my body. Shawn put his phone down as the song, "tortured soul," by Overstreet played. I leaned my head back against the head rest and looked out of the window as he drove down my street.

I had to ignore the urge to speak to him. I knew it was pointless, but I couldn't help that I wanted my the smiley brown eyed boy that used to make me laugh until I couldn't breathe, The boy that would talk to me about his problems and help me with mine, I miss how we used to be able to talk about anything and everything.

I wanted the Shawn that I used to know.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a text from my ex boyfriend Alex. I swallowed hard and pushed my brows together as I opened the text.

Alex- hey, can we talk?

What could he possibly want after 6 months of not talking. It took me 4 months to get over him, and now he wants to talk to me.

Me - About?

I sat my phone down and looked back out the window. The soft music that played through the speakers made my eyelids get heavy. Before I knew it I was slipping into a peaceful sleep.