Shawn Mendes Imagines

61. Whiskey

It's currently 10.15 PM and you're still sitting at your desk, trying to print as many facts, numbers, sentences, in your brain as you can. You've been studying like crazy for the last four hours and you slowly start to lose it. Those last few weeks have been really tiring and stressful for you. Your exams are coming soon and you slowly start to get anxious at the idea.

You decide it's time for a break and a quick snack since you haven't eaten for hours. You stand up from your chair and make your way to the kitchen. Your first reflex is to fill the kettle with water and grab a mug and a teabag. Your green tea is the only comfort you have when you study.

After that, you look for peanut butter and some bread in the cupboard. Once your little snack is ready, you return to your room.

You sit on your bed and savor your food while watching a Youtube video on your laptop. It's a bad habit, you know it, but you can't help it.

Thirty minutes later, you force yourself to go back to studying. As you sit at your desk, you quickly check your phone for the first time in hours. Among several texts from your group of friends and some random notifications, you notice a missed call. Your heart pinches when you read the name of the caller. You click on the notification and see that there's a message on your voicemail joined to the missed call. You hesitantly decide to listen to it right now.

You patiently wait for the message to start, but you're definitely a bit anxious. You haven't heard his voice since the last time you saw him in person.

Your heart stops for a few seconds when the first sound you hear is a sob. Then you hear a discreet sniffle and an incomprehensible mumble.

"Y/N..." You finally understand right before hearing him start to break into pieces and cry.

This goes on for a good thirty seconds before he slowly tries to compose himself.

"I'm so sorry, darling..." He finally says, almost calmly.

You already have watery eyes and you're not sure if you'll be able to keep holding your tears back.

"I'm sorry, princess." He repeats once, still sobbing. "I ruined everything. I've been so selfish and stupid." He says as his breathing gets uneven again.

A few seconds pass by before he starts talking again.

"Baby... I... I-I don't know what to tell you except that I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm stupid, I hurt you. I miss your voice, darling. Please answer me. I'm sorry."

He keeps crying as he speaks, but you have noticed something in the way he's talking. He's drunk. His speech is too messy and he's slurring his words.

"Y/N... Please. Answer me, love. Answer me... I wanna hear your voice. I fucked up, I know, but I want you right next to me right now. Baby, please. Answer me."

There's a new pause and you can feel a tear rolling down your cheek. Your heart hurts every time he says a word. You hate hearing him like this.

"I-I've had a drink or two... And I've been thinking of you the whole damn time. I miss my girl and I fucking hate myself for leaving you for tour in those conditions. I'm so sorry for everything I said, darling. I-I have a concert in a few hours, I don't want to go. I want to stop the tour and come back to you. I fucking need you near me, baby." This time, he's strangely calm. You can still hear him sniffle though.

"I-I guess I should just hang up. I love you, Y/N..."

The next sound you hear is a beep. You're lost between confusion and sadness. You've never liked to hear him that desperate and sad. You could sense that he was genuinely sorry about the fight.