Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sweet Vs Sour Pt. 3

END OF THE LAST PART
What no one knew is that Shawn holds the key to a treasure chest of secrets. He has the power to make or break someone's life without them knowing it. Years of accumulation of whisperings have been stored in his memory, for what reason he could never tell you. He had never planned on using these secrets to his advantage, but looking up now, seeing the girl sitting across from him in his apartment on his couch, with her fingers clutched together so tight that the skin pulls taught across her knuckles, and her eyes blinking rapidly trying to discourage unshed tears from falling, he knows what he needs to do.

"Stay here, okay?" Shawn stands abruptly, grabbing his car keys off the coffee table and shoving them into his pocket. "I'll be right back." A flicker of hesitation crosses his mind before he leans in, brushing the hair gently from her face and pressing his lips to her temple.
Y/N stares at him in shock, barely registering what he's said before the door slams shut, announcing his departure.

*****

It's been said before by that time is weird, that it messes with your brain and
addles your memory. It's been said that it slows down during the tough moments and flies by in the happiest ones, whisking away the laughter only to make way for the hours of suffering.

A moment by a dying loved one's beside is torn away in the blink of an eye when all you want is for it to last forever, but a moment in a stuffy classroom in the middle of January can drag on for what feels like centuries.

Time is unfair.

Y/N's had her own experiences with time over the years. She knows what it feels like to wish for something to end and for something else to last for eternity.

But never, never has she felt this hopeless and tortured, watching the closed door of the apartment with painful concentration, willing it to open at any second with Shawn walking through, reassuring her that everything is fine and she has nothing to worry about.

But the door is still closed, and Shawn still isn't here.

As soon as the clock marks the time since he left at two hours, Y/N decides that enough is enough. This is her battle and she will damn well fight it for herself. She's tired of hiding in the shadows, holding her breath every time she sees Noah in case he notices her. She's tired of carrying this weight around, waiting for the moment where everything turns sour and she has to face her family.

Noah has held these pictures over her long enough and it's time for it to stop.

Putting on the first hoodie she sees, Y/N grabs her phone and bag before leaving the apartment. It's only when she's walking away that she realises that she had grabbed the hoodie Shawn had given her that night everything began. 

The chiming of the bells signalled Y/N's arrival as she entered the quiet café, her eyes shining with delight when she spots her friend sitting alone in the corner, his denim-covered back to her.
"Your drink will be down in a few minutes," Shawn greets, raising his eyes to hers a for a second before continuing reading an article on his phone.
"You know my order?" Y/N's eyebrows raise in shock. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches a light blush appear on his cheeks.
"Course I do." He doesn't look up again.
Y/N doesn't let his bluntness phase her and smiles to herself as she opens her bag, taking out a heap of plum material and sliding it across the table to him.