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Fake Friends (Shawn Mendes AU)

Fluff!Shawn x Angst!Reader

3,1k words on struggling and feeling bad. I have loved writing this piece because I needed to share this with someone. The story I told in this imagine is basically what’s happening to me during these days and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has ever felt this way. the second part is my favourite because it is what I hope will happen in the future, once I’ll move to another city to study at university and once I’ll meet new people. To everyone else experiencing this kind of situation, know that there’s someone that for sure cares about you. I have learned to “smooth the sharp edges of my personality” and now I know that I am a good friend to those who look through the images I give of myself and those who truly appreciate me. You can always DM me, anyway. I’m here for anyone of you.

Please, enjoy and know that feedback is always appreciated. Love ya.

B

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(Shawn’s POV)

We were in Y/N’s hometown for a few days to celebrate her birthday and carnival. I was chatting with her mum, sitting in the kitchen with a blue mug in my hands filled with hot peach tea. Y/N’s favourite. I was damn worried: it was raining so hard outside and she was probably riding her scooter to come back home.

“She knows how to drive in the rain, Shawn, don’t worry. She went to school every day with her scooter for four years during high school. She’ll be soaked, but fine” Laura told me.

“Yeah, sure. She’s a tough girl anyway. Can I just...I don’t know, prepare some blankets and warm clothes for her?” I asked looking at the woman sitting in front of me

“Of course, you know where her room is. I’ll prepare some more tea” she stood up and poured some water into the glass teapot while I sipped all of the warm liquid from my cup. I washed it quickly and went to Y/N’s room to grab her favourite pair of sweatpants, clean underwear and a long sleeve blue shirt. I put them all on a radiator near the bathtub with a blue, soft blanket and my Crossfit black sweatshirt. While I waited for her, I sat on the couch with her dad and brother to watch some Italian football match.

I was chatting with Y/N’s brother when we heard the sound of the garage’s gate closing. I immediately went to the door and hold it open, cold air and rain smell hitting my face. As soon as I saw her climbing the stairs I knew something was off, but I thought it was just a mood due to being wet.

“Ehi, babygirl. I prepared some warm clothes for you” I said sweetly, relieved to know she was home safe. She lifted her face from the coat’s zip she was opening and I saw them. Puffy, red eyes and tear rolling down her red cheeks.

“Oh, love. I got you, come here, c’mon” I sighed, taking off her damp raincoat and helmet, lifting her up to take her to the bathroom. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tears running down my neck after she buried her face there. I closed the door behind me, starting to silently take off her cold jumper and jeans. Her sobs getting louder as soon as I took her face in my warm hands.

“ Y/N, baby, what’s up? Did you fall?” I whispered slowly, wiping her tears away with soft strokes of my thumbs on her damaged skin.

“What’s wrong with me?” She cried louder, her whole body shivering. I took off my t-shirt and jumper, putting them on her small body and holding her close to me. I knew she wasn’t going to shower unless she first spilt out what was upsetting her.

“Nothing’s wrong, honey. Would you like to tell me what’s going on?” I asked softly again, sitting on the bathroom floor with her on my lap. I wrapped her in the warm cover and loosed her hair from the messy bun she tied them in to keep them dry.

“You know I went to school to collect that certificate I need to put in my CV for the master” she said, tears stopped leaving her light blue eyes but small sobs were still coming from her throat. I nodded, bubbling a small “yea” and stroking her hair with my nails to try to relax her.

“When I was queuing I saw Lucie, my old classmate. I talked to you about her, do you remember?”

“The one that was a bitch to you who faked being your friend for years just to get rides and homework from you?” annoyance coming in my voice. She nodded again, sobs interrupting her story. I patiently waited for her to start again, but someone knocked on the door.

“ Y/N, what’s wrong?” her mum asked, “can I come in?”

“Yeah, mum” she murmured, sniffing up. Her mum sat down near me, taking the girl from my arms into hers. I watched silently.

“Before Shawn and I arrived, I texted all of my high school's friends to organize a dinner together since we were all in town and we hadn’t seen each other in years. I thought it would have been fun, stupid me”

“Baby, don’t-” I started

“I’ve been stupid. They all told me they couldn’t, being too busy with family, study and work. But as soon as she saw me, Lucie asked why I didn’t attend yesterday night’s classmates' reunion. She said I should have taken my hot looking boyfriend with me, that they all wanted to know you. That she didn’t know I was here, bitch, of course you knew because I wrote you two months ago” she cried again, her mum holding her a little stronger.

“I felt like my sixteen years old self again and it was horrible. All of those nights I spent crying because I thought I was wrong, I wasn’t worth being in the group, that my personality was too bitchy and that I needed to change. They all met and no one thought about me, again. Why? Am I such a bad friend?” she asked still shaking.

“ Y/N, listen to me. We talked about this so many times in the past years. It’s not about you, not at all. You are such a strong woman. You are loyal, caring and always near your friends as much you can. You’d split yourself in two just to be sure to help everyone and I am so proud of the person you’ve become. All those high school years, they made you stronger and aware of how you should have smoothed your personality’s sharp edges. And you did and now you have your friends in London and you have Shawn. We all love you and we all accept you for who you are because you’re wondeful like this” her mom sweet talked to her but her voice was firm and serious. That made Y/N calm down a little. I wondered how was it like when Y/N was just sixteen and struggled with all of this being just a teenager. Being set aside from who was supposed to be your friend must have been so hard to take. I knew she was smarter than all of other girl’s of her age because she grew up with her older brother’s friends around the house. I knew she was able to discuss serious topics with her parent’s friends at dinner without sounding immature. I knew she had a special bond with her English teacher because she was just ten steps forward everyone else and she could read between the lines what another person was telling her in another language that wasn’t her own. I knew that people used to make her feel different and not special. That she was, she is. She’s special.

“Mum, I don’t have friends that really love me, I don’t. I just have you and dad and Y/b/n. Even Shawn is gonna get tired of me one day and I won’t blame him for it. He’ll leave me, mom. And I’ll be all by myself again” she whispered. She was so caught up in her past self. It sounded like she was referring to me like her high school crush and not her lover. My eyes went wider as soon as I heard those words leave her cracked lips.

“ Y/N I’m here, I won’t leave you. I love you, I love you so much” I said, almost heartbroken. I had never realized she was feeling that way about our relationship. I thought she knew how much I was a fool for her. I lifted her from her mum’s lap and, without caring about her whole family looking at us, I revealed her all of those feelings I tried to show her but back then, I guessed she just needed to hear them.

“You are the woman of my life and I’m not joking here. I know I am five years older but, baby, trust me you’re way more mature than I am. You know what to say and how to say it when I need comfort. You are my home, baby. I always feel safe when I am with you and you’re the only one who makes me feel vulnerable and strong at the same time. You’re funny and so smart and, shit, sometimes I don’t even understand your jokes because they are too complicated to me to understand because I’m a dumbass who didn't’ finish high school properly while you studied your ass off to get that scholarship you wanted. You keep amazing me every day with your strength and your passion. I feel so blessed when I get to see you fall apart and then stand up again because it is so empowering to see you standing so high on your feet. You look like a damn queen ready to lead her army to victory. I love when you mess up everything and get back to work. Baby, do you remember that day you backed five cakes in the same afternoon because you weren’t satisfied with the result? We ate your chocolate cake at three in the morning and I felt so proud because you were dead tired but you managed to finish that damned cake anyway because you wanted to. And you do have friends who love you, who would drive highways and byways for you if you just asked them to. I know that for you it is difficult because those stupid children of your classmates made you think you're not worth being helped and considered by your friends but, honey, you are. You are the only person that I know that deserves all the love and the help and the support that you would have received if you allowed people to give it to you. Those people, they were wrong, baby, they are wrong. And they didn’t call you to go to that stupid dinner because they knew you would have outshined them because you are actually accomplishing the life you want and deserve, because you have already finished uni and you have already worked for important companies while they remained here to work in some shitty societies because they didn’t listen to you when you told them to study together and to look for uni abroad together. They are jealous because you are the smartest. And even the most gorgeous because, baby yes, you had quite a big nose that I know you hated and also your teeth weren’t perfect but your mind was so complex and intriguing and all those girls were scared of that and they left you. Well, let me tell you, I will always be proud of feeling dumb because I don't understand your dry humour. I will always feel amazed by your speeches even if I don’t understand what are you saying about that goddamn painting from Brunelleschi you love. And I’m sure that your friends, our friends, will always be proud of you when you will accomplish something new you fought for because you’d feel the same way about them if roles were reversed. This is what true friendship is about. And you know that in that horrible environment I work in, the showbiz, you taught me how to recognize true friends and you taught me how to trust people again. I am so grateful to have you in my life, Y/N. And from now on I will tell you every day, okay? I won’t leave you, even if you wanted to” I finished speaking almost out of breath. My chest felt lighter because I was sure she knew what I really felt for the woman standing in my arms. She looked me deeply in the eyes and a small smile broke through her tired face.

“I love you, Shawn. Also you, mum and dad. And you, dumbass” She said relieved, cuddling on me.

“Shawn is right, little pumpkin. You are an amazing woman and no one has the right to make you feel like you’re not. Not even yourself, okay?” her brother patted her shoulder.

“We are so proud of you. Also amazed” her dad added caressing her wet hair. She smiled and closed her eyes.

“Now, I’m going to prepare you a hot cup of peach tea again while you take a hot bath. Shawn?” her mum looked at me and I nodded.

“I got her, I’ll take care of her” and I meant forever.

In fact, I sweet talked to her the whole time while she was bathing, humming her favourite songs in her ear, sitting out of the white tub and holding her now soft hands. While she was drying up and dressing, I left her in the bathroom and called all of our friends, wanting to organize something special that would have made her feel appreciated. I caressed and touched her softly for the whole evening, glad to see her smile again, even if it wasn’t that bright yet. That night I loved on her so deep, kissing every sweet spot of her body and whispering loving words in her ear and on her skin. I left love bites in places that only us could appreciate to remind her of the love that was consuming me in that moment. I hold her close to my chest for the whole night, our legs intertwined and her blonde hair looking like a halo scattered on my chest while I played lazily with them. I watched her sleep, telling her about the future I saw when I looked in her eyes. I hoped my words could make her dream rosy dreams.

3 days later, Y/N’s birthday

(Y/N’s POV)

After the episode of three days ago, Shawn made sure to always touch me. Our fingers intertwined or his arm around my shoulders or waist, it really didn’t matter, but his skin on mine felt so good. What happened on the bathroom floor fortified our special bond. I felt like now I was appreciated fully from my lover and it was the best feeling ever.

In the morning, he woke me up very early which was strange because he knows I love sleeping. We had a nice walk to the old part of the city and had a delicious breakfast in a small, hidden bar. We talked about his upcoming tour and the master I applied for. We were lazily strolling back home, full of all the food we’ve eaten.

“I wrote a song about you. Actually, about what happened to you. I know I haven’t experienced that kind of situation but I’m sure millions of other girls and boys are struggling like you did. So I wrote a song. The first verse is about not comprehending why people don’t accept you for who you are. Then, in the bridges, we have like a rising up of the music because the girl I’m talking about, you, starts a new journey far away from toxic people like the ones you met. The chorus is about finding the people who will be by your side for the rest of your life, not only a lover but mostly friends who feel like part of a family, you know. Like Brian and Geoff to me. And the last verse talks about the astonishing woman that girl had become and the love I have for her. I would like to make it the next single but first I’d like you to hear it. If it’s too personal I won’t publish it, I promise” he spoke slowly and I was happy to hear the news.

“I think it is a good idea. You’d give all those guys a light to follow, hope, you know. I would have loved to have an idol singing about something that actually concerned me. I am glad to be your muse for this song” I smiled, tightening my grip on his glove covered hand.

“You always are my muse. Everything I do, I do it for you or your love. Just, keep it in mind, okay? Now hurry up, I wanna give you my present” He exclaimed childishly. I laughed climbing the stairs that led to the door, using my keys to enter. As soon as I turned to enter the living room, I saw all of my friends from university and some of the crew members I had become attached to standing in the room, wearing colourful t-shirts and holding a long sign saying “Happy birthday sweetie!”. I laughed nervously and walked out of the main door again, shocked, meeting Shawn warm chest.

“Where are you going?” he laughs hugging me tightly.

“They..here..I haven’t dreamed it, have I?” I cried, happy tears spilling from my eyes.

“Go, greet them” he smiled again kissing my hair. I ran back into the living room and hugged them all at once.

“Oh my god guys, what are you doing here? When did you arrive? How?!” I couldn’t stop stuttering. I hugged them again, taking my time to greet every one of them properly.

“Shawn told us what happened with your ex-classmates. Listen, petal, we love you. We are here to celebrate our friendship and our super strong and hard rocking girl, got it? No one is gonna leave you, you can be as bitchy as you want because it is your fucking birthday and we’re gonna party!” Y/bf/n screamed at the end, hugging me again. I felt so blessed.

“Thank you so much guys, really. It means the world to me” I admitted kindly, wiping away the tears with the shirtsleeve.

“Shawn brought us all here, to be honest. He’s the one who paid for everything and the one who organized the most fun long-weekend of our lives.” Said Brian, nodding to my boyfriend standing behind me. I turned around and threw my arms on his shoulders, making him lower his face and placing my lips on his. He smiled and then kissed me deeper, our friends cheering around us.

“I love you, hun. That’s amazing, you are” I murmured after our lips departed.

“You still have to open your present” he winked at me.

I knew from that moment on, I’d have never been alone.

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