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Shawn Mendes Imagine - Midnight Snack

* Mid/Late 2019*

You were out with Camila to some party. She promised that you'd have fun, and that 'he' wasn't going to be here. You knew she was lying, but you came after all. You had to; you loved Camila. She was the only thing you had left of him, and she was there for you when you two broke up. She brought painful memories with her, but she was still your best friend.

Camila took you by the hand and dragged you inside as we push by large sums of people -- other celebrities. You felt out of place. You were just an ordinary girl who dated someone who meant something out in the world. Everyone used to know you as his girl. And now - and now you're just his leftovers who crashed the party.

"Y/N, are you okay," Camila says a little loud to overpower the music. "Want anything to drink? Your usual - coca-cola?"

You nod.

"Okay. Wait here. I'll be back!" Camila lets go of your hand and maneuvers through the crowd of people. Then it was nothing after that. It was all loud music and people who you barely know.

You sit on the sofa. Who was this house, again? Post Malone's? Whoever it was, it was really nice.

You get a tap on the shoulder and see it's Niall. "Hey Y/N! I haven't seen you in months. How are you holding up since you know - the break-up?"

You do a shy smile. "As well as I can be, I guess?"

Niall gives you a tight hug, rubbing circles into your back. "I wish you the best. I'll see you around!" He flashes you a smile and leaves with a beer in his hand.

You wait for Camila to return with your drink. You were growing anxious. You didn't usually do big crowds. That was the downfall of you and your ex's relationship. Your anxiety had really screwed you over. As much as you wanted to go to his concerts, award shows, and just go anywhere with him, you couldn't stand being swarmed. Sure, he had anxiety, but he had his team members to help him. Plus, your anxiety was worse than his. He'd try to help calm your nerves, but it was no use. You had lost him -- all because of who you were and what you had.

"Here," Camila hands you your drink in a shiny, red, plastic cup. You took out your medication to calm your nerves and washed it down with some coca-cola. "You want to find somewhere a little more spacious?" Camila's eyes were full of worry, and a grim smile on her face.

You nod as a response.

Camila leads you out into the backyard where people were enjoying a bonfire on the patio by Post's grand pool. You and she sit down on some chairs surrounding the bonfire with some people you couldn't quite make out since their faces were dimly lit by the fire.

People were telling stories of their shows or fans. Camila joined in, talking about her newest album and how amazing her fans are. You just sit back and listen as you wait for your new medication to take effect.

"I'll be back. Imma refill my drink." Camila says. She stands up, fixes her red dress, and walks back into the house.

You were a little better, now. Not many people at the edge of the yard here. People were inside mainly to enjoy drinks and music. You can somewhat make out the words of a Post's song "Rockstar". There was another song playing, and you recognized the voice as it comes closer. It was a little tune that you fell asleep to.

"Crap," you whisper.

Shawn plops down in the seat Camila was in. He leans back in the seat and takes a swig of his drink. He looks around. His eyes meet yours, but he seems unphased by it; that was until he did a double take towards you.

"Y/N, oh hey I didn't see you there!" His tone was soft and a little edgy. "What brings you here?"

You look down at your cup. "Camila. Her album reached number 1 on Billboard's top 100. She wanted to come for some reason." You manage to say, but with every word spoken to him, your heart beats faster. Maybe this was a mistake.

Shawn doesn't say anything. Instead, he takes a drink and continues to hum that tune from an unreleased song only you and a few other people know.

More people come, surrounding the small fire. You get up to find Camila, but a grip from behind stops you.

"You wanna get out of here," Shawn asks. "I know this isn't your kind of thing. We can go to your favorite, Denny's if you want."

"I don't know Shawn --"

"Camila left. Something came up. I'm your ticket out of here." Shawn's eyes plead for you to go with him. His lips were pursed together in a thin line. "I'll even pay."

Maybe it was your medication working or maybe it was your broken heart, but you had agreed.

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Okay."

Shawn holds your hand as you two walk out the front door, passing celebrating people of their new award-winning albums, songs, influence, fashion, or whatever it may be.

You two get in Shawn's car and head to the Denny's in downtown Los Angeles. It was about half past midnight when you and Shawn arrived in the Denny's and not many people were there other than what seem to be drama kids from a local high school. They were dressed in fancy and flamboyant costumes from their live production.

"Two?" The hostess asks. The girl, who seems to be in her early twenties, was dressed in the usual Denny's uniform of all black with Denny's name embroidered in a gold thread right above where their heart is. She was attractive with her hazel, almond shaped eyes and her brown hair pinned up in a messy bun.

"Yes, please," Shawn responds.

The employee leads you and Shawn to the back left corner by the window to a booth that was isolated from the rest of the world.

Our waitress gladly came to our aid. She was an older lady, dressed in the same uniform, with her gray-streaked hair in a ponytail. "What can I get you to drink?" Her tone was cheerful and elevated.

"Coffee for her and water for me, please," Shawn ordered.

The lady scribbles it down, smiles as she nods, and walks away.

"So, Y/N, how have you been?" Shawn asks, curiosity floating around in those caramel brown eyes of his. It was intimidating to be back with him in a public place. You were just waiting for a swarm of teenage girls to ask for pictures. You stare towards the entrance, prepared to be swimming in an ocean of fans. "Y/N?" Shawn snaps you back to reality.

"I'm fine. Sorry. I just dozed off." You pin your hair up in a bun.

The waitress brings the drinks and asks if you're ready to order.

Shawn gives you a look. "I am. Are you?"

You nod.

You order your usual and Shawn orders a plate of 'choconana pancakes'. She happily writes it down, takes your menus, and goes to place our orders to the chefs in the kitchen.

"So, what's new with you, Shawn? I see that you were working in the studio. How's that going?" You pour sugar and creamer in your coffee and mix it.

"Well, that's classified, but I'll give you a hint. Michael Buble was an inspiration for this album."

You roll your eyes. "Oh well that wasn't a hint; that was the answer. It's a Christmas album. When are you releasing it?"

Shawn chuckles and runs his hand through his curls. "Oh, so that just gave it away? Well, hell, looks like I can't hide any secrets from you then." He tosses the straw wrapper at you playfully with a wide grin. "Well, it's a Christmas album so obviously it's coming out before Christmas."

Your lips form a slight smile. It felt good to be with him again. No, you thought, you shouldn't feel this way. You were heartbroken because of him. Well, not just because of him...

You listen closely to the music playing in the restaurant. It was Shawn's 'Stitches'. You hum to the song. Shawn notices causing him to smile largely.

"I'm tripping over myself. Aching begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches." Shawn sings perfectly in sync with the music.

You roll your eyes and sing the next few verses. "Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh, you lured me in. I couldn't sense the pain. Your bitter heart cold to the touch. Now I'm gonna reap what I sow. I'm left seeing red on my own."

You and Shawn sing duet style for the remainder of the song, happily bouncing off each other as with each lyric, your voice gets louder and louder.

With a dry mouth, you down some of your coffee.

"We still got it," Shawn laughs.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, I guess," you whisper. You toss the straw trash at him and sink in your seat. "Maybe this was a mistake, Shawn."

"Mistake? What do you mean? I thought this was going well." You didn't dare to meet his eyes. You look down at his shoes -- his go-to boots that go with every one of his black skinny jeans and shirt. You remember listening to the clicks of his boots at the condo to know he was home. You'd run up to him and engulf him in a hug, bringing him to bed to make him tell you how his day went and sing to you as you two cuddled in bed until the stars faded into the morning sky when you two woke up. He would leave for days or weeks at a time to travel and do shows and interviews. You remember how much you missed him, and how lonely you felt in those weeks as you watched the love of your life miles away surrounded by pretty, teenage girls who were just as devoted to Shawn.

"Us catching dinner together." You twiddle your fingers.

"Well, good thing this isn't dinner. It's breakfast at midnight-- a midnight snack." Shawn tries saving the night. "Look, I know this is hard. I have this heaviness in my heart when I look at you and remember everything we've been through. I've missed you, Y/N."

You suck in a sharp breath. Your heart was beating fast, and the medication wasn't helping. You do what your therapist told you. You take in a deep breath, hold, let it out through your mouth.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Shawn looks worried. "Here, have some of my water. It'll help."

You drink some of Shawn's water. The icy cold water cooling down your overheating system and helping you calm. You continue your breathing technique. Finally calm, you say, "I'm fine. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. We'll take our food to go, and we'll head back to my place. We'll be away from anyone else. You can relax there."

You agree.

"Okay."

Your waitress returns with your food with a smile, happily placing the plates down in front of you. Before she leaves, Shawn asks for boxes to go. Surprised and confused, she says she'll be right back. Minutes pass until she comes with boxes and the check.

"Ready?" Shawn asks.

You down the rest of your coffee then nod.

Shawn, with his box of food in one hand and your hand in another, leads you to the cashier where he pays and leaves.

You and Shawn get in his car and head to his place, listening to the radio where Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper was playing. It flashes back to a date you had with Shawn. You had convinced Shawn to see this chick-flick with you because you were one of those sappy people who loved tragic love stories. After all, you loved a good cry. Shawn had agreed, and you two went out to the movies where it was nearly empty because it was an early morning show. There were only elderly couples spread out in the seats. You and Shawn had prepared with food from the snack bar, and you were in the reclining seats. Shawn and you had cried throughout the whole movie, but at the end, oh the end, it had gotten to the both of you. You turn to Shawn where you squeeze his hand causing to him. You now felt the stress of being this star, and the hardships of it all. You felt loss and pain. That was the first time Shawn and you had exchanged those three tiny words that were forever engraved in your brain.

The car stops, and you realize you were at his place. Shawn had opened the door for you from the outside, and lead you up to his place for the night.

Shawn unlocks the door and tosses his key on the side table. "Mi casa es tu casa."

You shuffle in and sit on the couches. "Wow, it's - it's amazing. Better than my apartment."

Shawn chuckles. "Well, I tried making it seem more like home, but it hasn't been the same without you, Y/N. I miss sharing an apartment with you."

You blush and slowly sit on the couch. "I missed you too. Sorry I didn't say it sooner."

Shawn sits next to you and as you rest your head on him, he plays with your hair. "I didn't really want to lose you, but Aaliyah said maybe you needed to go. Maybe she was wrong. Camila says you're getting help for your anxiety, and I grew hopeful again. I talked to my team, and they agreed they'll help you in every large crowd situation if you want to come to my shows or with me anywhere extra hard this time. I really want us to work, Y/N. I love you."

Tears begin to slip down your face and off your chin. You were calm, and maybe that was a sign. It was ended mutually, so maybe together, you can sort this out. You knew you were a better person with him. You knew you were happier and full of life.

You sit up, rubbing your thumb on his knee. "I love you too, Shawn."

Shawn guides your head towards him, his eyes meeting yours. There were tears there at the brim of his eyes. "You have no clue how hard it's been without you. I've been lost. I've been hurting so bad without you."

You press your forehead against his as you sit on his lap, your body facing his. "Me too."

He kisses you softly on the lips, gripping your hips tight. One thing leads to another and --