#mum and dad found her lying in the road bleeding and called her owner and carried her to their house

[frosnpls]

calls off work tomorrow because 'my friend died' but doesnt mention the fact that that friend was a local cat

[welldamnsatoru]

Never // SHAWN MENDES

Request:  “ hey please make an imagine where someone in y/n's family passes away and Shawn is on tour and she doesn't tell him and he finds out through someone else and he gets angry that she didn't tell him but also cries with her ”

Author’s note: Never, ever, ever, drink and drive. EVER. Stay safe people

I hadn’t moved from my place on the couch ever since I got that phone call from my sister, telling me that my father had passed away in a drunk driver car accident. I didn’t know what to feel as she told me the impact had been in a secluded, rural area of town and his body hadn’t been found until approximately 5 hours after the crash.

His body had rolled out the car and down into a ditch, the owner of the other car making a runner and not bothering to call the police or the ambulance. It hurt to think of my dad lying amongst the tall grass, bleeding slowly into the earth in tremendous pain as he prayed for someone to find him.

No one did. Not until it was too late. They told my family it would have been a painful death, I don’t know how my sister could have repeated the story to me nor how my Mum was coping. 

It was a 8 hour drive from Toronto back to my home town- my Mum telling me not to come until the funeral which was 6 days away, there was no point coming now when there was nothing I could do.

Another day had passed since the call, I hadn’t touched my phone; every time I looked at it all I could think was my dad laying in a ditch, bleeding.

I hadn’t told Shawn, I couldn’t. If I did... it would just make everything seem so real. A part of me wished that it was a dream, that I could pick up the phone and I could hear his receiving voice on the end. If I tried I knew my illusion would dissolve.

I was walking back into the lounge room when my phone catches my attention, the sides lit with an incoming message. I felt my stomach drop, a nauseous feeling spreading till I rushed back into the bathroom and emptied my stomach in the toilet.

Groaning I rested my head against the wall, tears silently making their way from my eyes to the tiled floor. Then a voice filled the silent room.

“Baby,” Shawn whispers to me, rushing over to rub my back. He reaches one arm to sweep my hair up into a pony tail, twirling it into a bun and tying it with a hair tie he constantly keeps around his wrist- I always seem to forget, he told me when I asked, and then I always regret not bringing one.

I feel numb as he pulls my body against his, wiping more tears from my face, “It’s okay,” he murmurs, not questioning, not prying, but just holding me tightly as once again I cried for my dad, the pain he must he felt, how he had to die alone.

When my sobs finally quiet down Shawn picks me up, walking me out the bathroom and into our small yet cozy bedroom and tucks me into the sheets. As soon as my head hits the pillow my eyes are shut and I’m dozing off. I feel the bed dip as he curls himself into my body, his touch never leaving as I get some much needed sleep.

When I wake up he’s no longer there. I get up, my head pounding in protest yet I ignore it and make my way into the kitchen. I see Shawn’s back first, the broad planes of his shoulders stretching the thin material of his shirt. My footsteps are silent as I walk to him, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and leaning into his presence.

“Y/n,” Shawn says so softly that I easily could have missed it.

“Shawn,” I whisper back but my voice is croaky.

It’s silent for a moment before he asks the question that was dying to be asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

I don’t answer. I don’t know what to say. I hadn’t really thought about anything else except my dad. Shawn hadn’t been here, he was on tour so I hadn’t spoken to him since I couldn’t bare to look at my phone these past couple of days.

“Y/n?” This time his voice is raspier, hinting at an anger that was just surfacing.

“Not right now, please Shawn,” I tell him, puling away from him.

“No, we need to talk about this, why didn’t you tell me that this happened?”

“Shawn,” I warn him, meeting his brown eyes that are framed with concern.

“Do you know how hard it is to open my phone and see ‘we’re here for you Y/n’ circulating twitter and having no clue whats going on? First I thought it must have been another Y/n because surely I would know, surely my own girlfriend would tell me about her father and how he died,” 

“I-I,” I stutter, my eyes heavy with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Is it because I was on tour? You know I would drop everything to be with you if something happened, even if you just needed me to hold you I would have been there in a moment.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you!” I exclaim, shaky breathes leaving my body. “I knew you would leave tour but you have responsibilities to your fans Shawn,”

“The fans won’t mind if I postpone two or three concerts to come comfort my girlfriend as she mourns her dad,” His raises with every syllable and his fists clench by his sides.

I can’t help but sob, his words reopening the fresh wound.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, I made a mistake, okay, I’m sorry!” I cry, salty tears crawling across my heated cheeks.

His gaze softens, realizing that now really wasn’t the time for this discussion.

“Everyday since I’ve found out, all I feel is sad and angry about what happened and how I couldn’t have done anything,” I reach for him, needing to know he was there and I wasn’t alone. He leans in to my touch, pulling me into his grasp as I stood between his legs as he sat on the edge of the chair.

“He died by himself Shawn, he had no one. The doctors said it wouldn’t have been a pleasant end either. I-I, I don’t want to imagine how he must have felt,” I fist his shirt in my hand, burring my head into his neck as he presses my body into his until it felt like we had molded together.

“I’m so sorry baby,” his voice tremors and I feel something damp splash onto the back of my neck. I pull up slightly to see his own eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” He whispers, more tears slipping away. 

This man in front of me, crying for my father- a man he had only met twice in our 2 year relationship. Now I was crying or another reason. Not because of the pain my father would have felt but for what he lost that night.

If only he had been 2 minutes later, he never would have passed the drunk driver, he never would have veered of the road and straight to the tree. He never would have been flung from his seat, straight through the windshield and down the rocky slope.

Now I’d never see him again. I’d never be able to hear his voice, hug him, tell him I love him. Shawn would never be able to ask my father for my hand in marriage, he wouldn’t be able to walk me down the isle, he would never meet my children.

Never.