Shawn Mendes Imagines

We Lost Us (Last Part) (Sad)

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A WEEK LATER

"So this is your new room." Shawn lead me down a hall and I ended up at his music room.

"Shawn, this is your music room." We stopped outside the door and he grinned a little.

"No, I moved that into my guest room and put the guest room in here. I know you're sore and that you don't need to make many trips on the stairs, so here we are." He opens the door and it literally looked like he just transferred everything here.

"You didn't have to do this for me, you shouldn't be doing any of this for me at all." I felt my heart warm a little when he put his hand at the small of my back so he could guide me into the room.

"I owe you more apologies than this act of 'generosity' can cover." He puts my bags down on the dresser. "Yeah but I had faults too, I need to make it up to you somehow." I plead and he shakes his head, pulling the covers back to let me sit down.

"You being able to heal is enough of an apology for me, I want to restart everything and do the things we used to."

I smile up at him as he tucked me in like a little kid. I knew it wasn't ever going to be the same because I loved him more than I did before, regardless of the pain and lies. I loved him because he was there to help me regardless of how much I had pushed him away because of his toxic ex-girlfriend.

"Well, I will allow that, if you lay with me and watch Arrow with me." I use my puppy dog face and he groans loudly. "Wow, that is just too much to ask." He slouches slightly before walking around the bed to get in with me. He connected the tv to Netflix and set it up, he put his arm around me softly.

I hadn't felt this comfortable in a while, being able to lay against him as his curly hair tickled me softly and his hands rubbing my side gently. "I'm so glad they put out season 7 on Netflix." He mumbled as he situated himself more.

We laid there for a while before my eyes grew heavy, the painkillers they gave me started to work. I had no idea I could feel so exhausted over something I slept the most time away.

Shawn could tell I was becoming loopy so he turned off the show and shifted to where he was cradling me. "Go ahead and sleep, they say when you're asleep, you're healing. I'll be here for you." He whispers as he brushed out my hair softly, my heart so warm and my stomach full of butterflies.

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I woke up with a pain in my side, it felt like a cramp but nothing concerning. It was probably from where the seatbelt cut into my hip, it hadn't really given me pain beforehand.

When I decided to sit up, the bed was cold and empty beside me, Shawn was nowhere to be seen.

But the bags that were on the dresser were gone and the closet door was open, I saw most of my clothes on hangers and my shoes filed in a line.

I would've laughed if he only filed the left shoes up because of the boot that is temporarily taking over my right foot, but he didn't because he's not as funny as I am.

Thinking of the boot, I remembered to slip it on before I stepped out of bed, I'm glad Shawn must have taken it off when I had first fallen asleep because I don't recall doing it.

I hobbled my way into the living room in search of my best friend but he wasn't there, so I made my way to the kitchen to see him sitting on top of the counter.

He had tears in his eyes and he was stirring something inside the pan so sadly, my heart hurt so bad and I was hobbling faster like Mad-Eye from Harry Potter.

"What's wrong?" My voice was laced with concern as I stood in front of him, my voice caught him by surprise because he straightened up real quick.

"It's nothing, I swear," He was wiping his tears off rapidly while trying to act like everything was okay. "Shawn, just tell me okay? No more secrets." I grab his hand and he broke down in tears.

I held him as he sobbed into my shoulder, his lanky body overpowered my tiny figure, I felt bad because I couldn't hold him up any longer due to the soreness, I pushed him off carefully.

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm probably hurting you." He was frantic and I just squeeze his hands to let him know I'm okay.

"Shawn, please talk to me and maybe turn off the stove because it's boiling," I whispered the last part and he was making so many frantic movements.

"I was making us supper and it's our favorite meal, Mac N Cheese, and Chicken Nuggets because I can't cook to save my life. Then, I just had all these thoughts about how fast I could've lost you and it hit me so quick, I'm so sorry for everything and I don't want to lose you, I'm still so scared." He was sobbing once again and I leaned my weight into him, giving him the biggest hug as tears fell from my eyes too.

"I know it was sudden and I kinda made it worse by avoiding you, but we have to stop apologizing to each other. We have our friendship back and we can eat as much Mac N Cheese as we want. You're not losing me at any point in your life. I'm permanently here and I'm kinda like a disease now." I shrug my shoulders once we pulled away.

He stared into my eyes as his tears were still slowly cascading down his eyes, I wiped them off with the sleeve of my shirt. "I know that now, but I guess I never had time to process and it hit me. I'm just so glad we're okay." He kisses my forehead and I nodded.

I turn the stove back on for him and check the oven to look at the nuggets, which were done, so I proceeded to take them out. "Hey, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, sit down." He swatted at me gently and I sighed, knowing he wouldn't give it up and made my way to the counter. "Can ya give me a boost?" I ask and he lifts me up swiftly. My heart almost shit itself at our close proximity.

"Why are you up anyway?" He asks while still being way too close, his breath fawning over my nose and lips. "I was having some side pain from my seatbelt but it stopped hurting when I walked around some," I explain while squishing his cheeks in my fingers.

"Do you need some Tylenol?" He asks and I shake my head. "I don't think so, not right now." I smiled at his generosity, he nodded slowly.

"Thanks for getting my clothes up, I could've done it myself," I announce and he still had his famous smile. "But I didn't mind, I knew it would be easier if I did it anyway. Plus, you looked so peaceful and I couldn't sleep, so it gave me something to do." He shrugs some.

It stayed silent as he was still so close, I had the knots in my stomach just from him being closer than normal. He started to lean in slowly, my heart was beating 100 miles per minute. Then the sizzling sound of water hitting the stove took us out of our trance.

We look over to the stove that had water toppling over the pan, he cursed under his breath as he moved the pan quickly and turned the stove off.

"Now I know why you always cooked food babe, I can't even boil noodles." He smirked over towards me, babe...

"Yeah, no wonder."

Well fuck.

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