Shawn Mendes Imagines

Can't Fall In Love (Final Part)

THESE IMAGINES ARE NOT MINE!!! I JUST EDITED THEM A LITTLE!!

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"You're a fucking idiot," Camila said, scolding Shawn for his behavior towards you.

"I know!"

"No, I think you don't. Do you understand that she never complained about your life? She never asked for anything, not even interested in fame and money." he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, staring at her from the couch.

"I don't know what to do or how to fix this, I'm really lost Mila."

Shawn knew he had fucked up and he knew that it was out of fear, he had let you go and you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

"The worst part is that she really hates me. She thinks I don't care about her and that I want someone else."

"Shawn you know that's not true. She might want to believe that now but only because you let her. You need to prove her wrong and apologize"

"But what if she doesn't want to get back together? That would be it." He really was concerned and Camila could tell, he couldn't stop fidgeting.

"Do you love her?"

"What?" he lifted his head from his hands.

"Do you love her, Shawn?" She said with a firm tone.

"Y-Yes, I really do"

"Then do what you do best, big guy," his eyes lit up at the thought. "But a song won't fix it, you fucked up real-time!"

You had gotten a call from your best friend Jamie earlier in the morning, asking you to hang out later at the cafe you loved. Jamie knew you were seeing someone and he also knew he had left you, but that was all the information you had given him. Even with that, the sound of your voice told him it wasn't just a hook up as he had thought.

Slowly, you pulled up to the coffee shop and hopped off the car at the sight of him. Jamie was standing by the door waiting for you, and when he saw you he opens his arms. You ran to hug him and he received you with a tight embrace, his sweet cologne filling your nostrils and giving you a comforting sense of home and safety. You pulled away to look at him.

"Hi babe," he said, brushing a tear off your face with his thumb and pulled you in again.

"I- I missed you. A lot, actually"

After the greeting and some small talk, you decided to look for a table inside the place, occupying the one next to the front window.

"I can't believe I haven't seen you in so many months! You need to tell me about your life"

"It's been great, New York is my place and I think it's where I want to move in with Jordan," he said, smiling big and you gasped.

"No way! Are you two moving together for real?" he nodded and you grabbed his hand with a big smile yourself "Congratulations! I'm so glad, Jamie. I have to meet him soon!"

"Of course! He's been asking about you," when your order came, you watched him gulp and clench his jaw a little too unusual for him.

"I, um, I wanted to know how you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to forget about it, honestly. But I can't," you sighed and he squeezed your hand now. "I can't help to think about him every second of the day, everywhere I go there are memories we built together and he says it's the best for me because this way I don't have to-" you stopped yourself.

"You know you can trust me"

"I don't have to keep up with his lifestyle."

"Who are you dating, Madonna?" he chuckled and you sighed with a smile.

"Was" you corrected. "Shawn Mendes, actually"

"WHAT?!" he yelled a little too loud and you sent apologetic looks at the other customers.

"Don't scream."

"Shut the fuck up," he said and put his hand in front of you. "Shut up, you're not dating the Shawn Mendes"

"Was" his eyes opened more.

"You're lying, I can't believe it. I need to process this"

"It doesn't matter anymore, there's nothing to process because it's over, besides-" You looked behind Jamie towards the window, and you found a pair of eyes looking at you from the streets. It was just a second he looked up from his path to the door and looked back down, a pained expression written all over his face. He turned around and started walking the other way, a small rose he had on his hand was now on his pocket long forgotten.

You wouldn't have cared but it wasn't just a rose, it was your rose. It was the rose he had given you once, a paper rose just like the one he used on stage. The window was slightly opened and you could hear his faint steps, and the only reaction you had was push your chair back and run out the door, Jamie calling at you and running behind not before letting the waiter know he'll be back.

"Shawn!" you said out of breath and he stopped walking, lifting his head and turning around to look at you with an amazed expression. You two stood there, no one making a move until he noticed Jamie staring at the scene in front of him with a shocked look.

"Hi," he said, his face sad at Jamie's presence. "Sorry if I- um... interrupted your date"

"That's Jamie," you said in a rush and Shawn smirked a tiny bit, finding his heartbreak stupid now he knew it was just your friend.

"Oh, well I'm Shawn," he said, approaching Jamie and shaking his hand.

"And I'm sorry but I need to go to the bathroom and scream, I'll be back," Jamie said and you chuckled, now alone with Shawn on the street.

"Can we just talk?" he asked and you nodded.

"Look, I've never felt like this before and I freaked out in the worst possible way," he sighed, taking the slightly bent rose and giving it to your, earning a giggle. "I was crazy with this idea that I can't fall in love but it was too late."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm already in love with you, Y/N. And that drove me insane, I thought it would get out of hand and you would leave me."

"I would never leave you, Shawn. I told you I don't care about your public life, I love you for who you are always."

"You love me?"

"I do, dumbass. I'd kiss you right here for all I care but-" he didn't let you finish the sentence and pulled you close, noses touching and then you kissed him. You couldn't care less about the people around, possible paparazzi or anything else. All you cared for was him.

"I wrote you a song," he said with a goofy smile and you bit your lip and giggled. "I can sing my favorite line if you want."

"Be my guest."

"Is it wrong for me to not want half? I want all of you, all the strings attached" he sang shortly, making you smile. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Is that part of the song?"

"Nope"

"Then yes. I want all of you, too."

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