Drunk words are just the person's sober thoughts.....
⚠ WARNINGS: Mentions of Abuse (Physically, mentally, & emotionally), cheating, being in the hospital, depression ⚠
**PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IMAGINE IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS! YOUR MENTAL HEALTH MEANS THE WORLD TO ME AND I WANT YOU TO BE OKAY!**
You always had trouble when it came to love.
No matter what happened, it feels like love was just your bad luck. You were friends with Camila Cabello. You two had met when she was on the X Factor with Fifth Harmony. You happened to be a singer-songwriter and got 4th while Fifth Harmony placed 3rd. You stopped writing and playing songs because of your ex-relationship. You were with your ex-boyfriend, Elliot (random name), for about 2 years before getting engaged very quickly. You were engaged for 3 years and was gonna get married in about a month when you suddenly broke up. The reason? He cheated on you with a model. During your relationship, he hit you and beat you, drunkenly most nights. He also called you many awful names and took you out to clubs where he let his friends do the worst things they could. When your visited your parents (or guardians), they took you to the police station and reported him. He was arrested and was sent to prison after fighting in court for 17 months. Camila was with you the whole time and you were so grateful. The reason why you didn't write songs was because he would never let you. That led you to losing everything except for Camila and her manager. Her manager adored you.
To get rid of these thoughts that were engraved in your mind, you went out clubbing and drinking a bunch so the pain would fade. The only thing was the pain didn't go away. Instead, you were taken advantage of. One night, that led to your mother (or any other important adult in your life) finding you in the bathroom, passed out in the water with a smashed bottle in your hand. You were hospitalized and when you went home, Camila declared that she would be your roommate. The hospital you stayed in? You went so many times. It hurt your family and friends watching you drown your sorrows. Until one day....
Shawn Mendes, the Canadian famous singer & songwriter, was in town with Camila so they could film Senorita, their newest collaboration. Shawn knew the details about you (except for your whole relationship & hospital ordeal) from her and he was interested. He saw you in her photoshoots and as her backup dancer. He wanted to get to know you. Camila warned him that it would be hard to get close to you since your walls were put up. During the cafe scene, the camera broke down from how hot it was and you were watching Camila & Shawn cuddle....
"You doing okay, Y/N?" Andrew, Shawn's manager, asked, looking over at you. You were looking at your phone and looked up at him. "Yeah, perfectly fine. Can I sit with Camila?" He nodded and you walked over. Being that the booths were not that tall, you climbed over one and faced the window before laying down, sprawled across the booth. Shawn, impressed, looked at Camila who shrugged, giggling at your antics. "What are you two giggling about?" You clicked through Instagram. "How did you do that so easily?" Shawn said, curious. "Do what?" You looked over at the curly haired boy. "Hang like that? Doesn't it hurt your brain?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head. "Nope. You can ask Camila. I do this a lot." Camila nodded, looking at her best friend. "She does. Ever since we've gone to the gym, she hangs on the bars upside down like a bat. We call her Batwoman. She scared Gian (Camila's manager) because she closed her eyes and fell asleep." Shawn's eyes widened. "That would hurt me." You looked over to the camera crew who were struggling with the cameras. "You do realize that the camera can break down because it's so hot out, right?" Connor looked at her. "What do you mean?" You braced yourself, flipping over, landing on your feet before walking over. Shawn's mouth dropped and Camila laughed at his face. You put the fan in front of the camera, waiting for about a minute. You pressed the on button before...
"There. Now it works." You walked back over, laying down across the booth like you did earlier. 'Don't say anything.' Camila mouthed to Shawn and he nodded. "Camila! Can you come here please?" Her makeup artist called and you followed her to the back of the cafe. "Shawnie was impressed with you, boo." She let Patrick (her makeup artist) fix her makeup as she talked to you. "Me? I think he was more like staring you and your fine ass." You put your hand on your hip as you sat on the counter. "HA! No way, girlie. His mouth dropped when you flipped off the booth. He thinks you look gorgeous, baby, which you are." She said, Patrick spraying makeup spray. "Well, I can't find him gorgeous back, Mila. My heart has its barrier and it's gonna be there for a while...." You mumbled the last part. You were definitely lying when you said you didn't find the man gorgeous. I mean, have you seen the man? He looks and is built like a Greek God. He has girls who drool over him. You couldn't let him hurt your heart. You need to protect it. "Are you coming to the club to celebrate us finishing the filming of Senorita?" She asked you. "I can, I'll be designated driver though." Camila shook her head at you. "When are you gonna let yourself be loose and free?" You shrugged. "Long time from now."
Shawn and Camila finally finished filming the music video early that day.
You were beginning to think that it was never gonna end. You, Camila, Shawn, and your friends headed out to the nearest club to celebrate filming. You sat at one of the booths, scrolling through your phone. Shawn came over to you, a half smile on his face as he sat down on the edge of the booth. "Hey there, gorgeous." He said and you looked over at him. "Hi...." You waved, texting your friend. "Why aren't you drinking and dancing with the rest of us?" He questioned, pointing to Camila and his best friend who were jumping to her song, Havana. "Didn't feel good. Alcohol is better out of my stomach right now." He was drunk, didn't matter if you were lying to him. Did it? You shook your head. "Not even a mocktail?" He asked. He wasn't gonna let this go, was he? You sighed. "Nope. I have this tea. I'm great." You leaned back, looking at the boy. His curly hair was messy from the heat, his face was sweaty from sitting in the hot air & dancing his ass off on the dance floor, the top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and he held a drink in his hand.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to dance. You're welcome to join at any point." You smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Thanks, I'm good in this booth." He walked back out, wrapping his arm around his best friends as he sang his heart out to Blank Space. If only you knew the truth, Shawn...
It was now 2:30 in the morning.
Brian, Shawn's best friend, walked over with Shawn's arm around his shoulder and Camila close by. "Hey, you taking Camila home?" He asked and you stood up. "Uh, yeah. I always do-" Camila cut you off. "No, I called an Uber and you have your car here. Shawnie here doesn't have a ride." She slurred. "Doesn't Brian normally take him home?" Brian looked over at his girlfriend who was leaning against Connor. "Taking my girl back to her apartment. Please, take him home. I'll pay you back, I promise." You looked at Shawn. He's half asleep, he won't ask too many questions. Right?
You sighed, leaning your head back. "Alright. I'll take Mendes home." Brian smiled, looking at his best friend. "Alright, bud, I'm taking my girl home. Y/N here is gonna take you back to the apartment." You helped wrapped Shawn's arm around your shoulder. Brian gave you the address to his shared apartment with Shawn and you wrapped your arm around his waist. "Let's get you, big guy." Luckily being in gymnastics, you were strong so you could easily carry Shawn. You opened your back door, letting Shawn lay in the back seat. "Where are you..." He trailed off. "Driving you home, bud." You shut the door, getting into the driver's seat. You turned on the GPS, pulling out the parking lot. "Did you dance after I talked to you?" He asked, peering at you through the mirror. "Too nauseous." He laid his head back home, dozing off.
"You gotta work with me, Mendes."
You walked through the front door of the apartment building, waving to the receptionist. "Too tired...." He mumbled. You held him as the elevator went up before dragging his tall ass down the hallway. "You're almost home. Then you can sleep until the morning." You unlocked his door, pulling him into the apartment. Shutting the door, you sat him on the chair closest to the front door. You untied his shoes and pulled off his blazer, putting them up. "You know you are pretty, right?" He said, looking up at you as you sat him down on his bed. You went to his dresser, finding some clothes while nodding to his words. Figuring if you let him talk, he'll stop bugging you. "What do you find pretty about me?" You placed the clothes on his bed. "Everything. Your beautiful smile. The way it lights up your face when you are talking about your favorite topic or you are laughing to Camila. Your eyes. The way they sparkle when you see something you love in public. Your hair. How it flows down your shoulders (ignore this if you have short hair) and compliments your face." You pulled his shirt over his head, letting him ramble on and on about how pretty you were. You couldn't help but feel happy that he was saying these things to you.
"Okay. You are nice and everything but I am not your girlfriend and I am not taking your pants off for you." You said, placing your hands onto his shoulders. "Are you trying to get me naked?" He asked and you flushed slightly. "No. I am trying to get you ready for bed." He looked at you for about 5 secs and you turned around as he pulled them off. "Alright. Bed time." You helped, get him down into bed, pulling the covers over him. "Can you stay the night?" You looked back at him. "I have to go to work in the morning. We can talk tomorrow." You were about to walk away before he grabbed your arm. He then said the 9 words that made your stomach drop out of your body.
"You know I am in love with you, right?"
Your body started shaking.
"Um. Yeah I do." He won't know you are lying to him...
He didn't mean these words....
He won't remember this in the morning...
"Have a good night, Shawn." You placed down a water bottle and some pain meds for his head before rushing out of his apartment. You got into your car, staring at the steering wheel before screaming as loud as you could. You slammed your hands against the wheel, grabbing your head into your hands. Tears started pouring down your face and you felt your heartbeat speed up. You drove home, running into your place. You walked to your kitchen cabinet, grabbing out the alcohol, placing it on your counter. This bottle was your enemy....
Now you were gonna taste this...
Shawn sat down in his apartment the next afternoon.
His hangover was mostly gone and his head was still pounding. All he could remember was the words he said to the woman he loved. How she pushed him away. What did Camila mean she was afraid to be in love? What happened to her? He remembers her rushing out of the room. What was going on? A few moments later he gets a call from Camila. "Hello?" His heart dropped. You were in the hospital.
He finally arrives and see Camila with her head in her hands. He rushes over and she notices him before hugging. "What happened? Is she okay?" She pulled away. Her eyes were bloodshoot from all of the tears. "Her neighbor found her passed out. She had alcohol poisoning. They had to drain her stomach..." What? Alcohol poisoning... The girl he was in love with... poisoned herself. He sat down next to Camila, wrapping his arms around her. "It's gonna be okay. She's gonna make it..." Saying these to mostly reassure himself. Your family walked in and Camila immediately hugged them. They were all crying, trying to calm down.
Your doctor walked out and you looked at them. "She's okay. She's awake. She's asking for a Shawn Mendes?" Shawn walked up, following the doctor. He walked in the room. You were sitting up, flicking with the remote through the different TV stations. Your eyes were swollen. You were pale like you had just seen a ghost. You had an oxygen tube. You had several IV's. You even had a handcuff on your left wrist. "Y/N?" She looked over and saw him standing there. His hair was messy this time due to being throughly pulled many times, his clothes were messy, and his eyes... The tears and the glassiness. You pointed to the chair by your side and he sat down. "I think it's about time I tell you the truth. The truth of my recent past and why I am like this." He stays silent as he listens to your voice cracking. You explained how you were engaged so quickly. How your ex hit you in the face. How he told you were worthless. How you found him cheating on you. How you drank to get your sorrows away. How you were now on watch for 24 hours. By the end, tears were on his face.
"Basically, by me telling you that I love you, it reopened some old scars?" You nodded, looking at the man next to you with a solemn look on your face. "I'm so sorry. If I would've known..." You grabbed Shawn's hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know because I didn't tell you. Because I put my walls up." You said and he sighed heavily. "I'm gonna take some time off so that way I can help you. I want you to get better and I think you do too. I'm gonna be there for you as your friend."
"And that's how your father and I fell in love."
"Your father was there for me through the hardest times of my life and slowly my walls came down because of him. He made me fall in love with him." Your 17 year old daughter, Skylar, sat there with an amazed look on her face. Her younger brother at only 14, Peter, smiled at the story. "Wow, Mom. I never knew that." Skylar said and you giggled. "For the longest time, my loves, I was ashamed. But thanks to your father and Auntie Camila, I am not. I am brave. I am strong. I am clean. Hopefully, this teaches you two to never drink and to open up to your lovers in the future. How to be open and how the lies we tell hurt others." You said. "Telling our story officially now, eh?" Shawn stood by the door, watching the three loves of his life talk about your story. "They deserve to know." He sat down, wrapping his arm around. You looked at your husband, kissing him on the lips. "I'm glad that you stayed with me. Even with my flaws." He kissed your forehead. "Your flaws are what make you amazing, my love."
skylar.mendes: My mother just told me the love story of her and my father and it's absolutely breathtaking. She has taught me and my brother so much and I love her. Today is her 15 year anniversary of being clean. I am so proud of her and love the way my father loves her just like how me and my brother love her. Happy 15 year anniversary of being clean, mom. You deserve it <3
