Just Friends: Shawn Mendes x Reader Chpt. 1

    “Hey!” I hear a voice calling for me as I awake from my daze.

    “Hey you wake up!” I now recognize the voice to be my lovely friend Maxi. “Shawn’s on TV!” she exclaimed. I slide my face from the pillow, staring at her in annoyance.

    “Is that all?” I say as I throw myself back into comfort.

    “Come on don’t be like that. Be happy for him.” She said pouting. I don’t reply to her comment. She continues. “Don’t you still like him?”

    I throw my pillow at her. “Of course I do, it’s just bittersweet not being able to see him as often you know?”

    “Aw, girl.” She snuggles me. “You should text him; it’ll make you feel better. My eyes shift.

    “Nah, he’ll be bothered.” I whispered.

    I don’t even know when I started to like Shawn. We’d been friends for so long, it probably happened naturally along the way. Shawn’s career finally started to take off. Was he going to forget about little old me, stuck in Canada? The main attraction was in America, it’s only a matter of time before I’m left in the dust.

    Maxi violently shakes me out of my thoughts, I look at her upset. “You’re making that face again, that ‘He’ll-forget-about-me’ face. Just text him, okay?”

    “No.” I said. “I’ll stay here grieve instead.”

    And that’s exactly how the rest of my week went; grieving of the idea that Shawn has forgotten about me. It was as if my heart was repeatedly stabbing me for not listening to my friend. I sighed, finally picking up my phone to text him.

    Hey, how have you been?

                            -(f/n)

I practically forced myself to press the send button while on the bus. The deed was done. I exhaled with relief and stared at the window. I didn’t even know what I was worried about. Shawn would end up replying . . . eventually. It would just take more time since he had a busy schedule. Not seeing him for over five months has finally started to get to me—or has it been six? It didn’t matter anyways, I was going to have to adjust to this lifestyle if I liked it or not.

            As I exit the bus my phone buzzes, making my heart skip a beat. I quickly yank my phone out of my left pocket to check the message. False alarm— it was only from my mom telling me to hurry home. I text her I was only a block away and slip my phone back into my pocket. I was naive to think that Shawn could reply that fast. I’m just setting myself up for disappointment. I kick a rock into the street as a way to vent my frustration.    

    My phone starts to ring. I pick up the phone and murmur a soft “Hello?” through the phone.

    “Wow, I haven’t talked to you in months and that’s the greeting I get?” the familiar voice says playfully.

    “Shawn?!” I think I almost screamed it in the phone. I took a breath in and out. “What’s up?” I said in slightly more calm voice.

    “I’ve been alright, touring has been tiring I need a break.” he says. “You sounded down . . . you alright?”

    “Oh, me? I’m fine I’m just tired, I’m just arriving home.” I reply as I shuffle in my bag for the keys. “I just need to sit down for a few, work was a mess today.”

    “That sucks, tell me about it?” he says.

    “Nah it would take too long, you’re probably too busy to hear the whole story.

    I open my door to a big wall that engulfs me into an embrace. “Good thing I have time then, huh?” Shawn says smiling at me with his pearly teeth.

    “Shawn!” I squeal into his chest. I return the hug, which vanishes all of my worries prior to this moment. My Mom entered the room with a big grin on her face, instantly making me feel embarrassed and makes me let go of Shawn immediately. He allows me to slip out of his arms, also twisting his body’s attention to my mom.

            “Plannin’ to head out?” my mother said mischievously.

            “We can go to my house.” Shawn suggested. I looked at my mom and she nodded in approval. I quickly ran upstairs to change my shirt. Looking at the mirror one last time before I leave, I smile to myself. Today is going to be a good day.