fireworks and fury | shawn mendes
AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART THREE
word count: 13,654 (am i sorry about this? not really. i made cuts, i swear!)
author’s note: happy birthday, shawn. my present to the fandom is this steaming pot of angst. this takes place during junior year, but it starts second semester, so there’s been an entire year between where the sophomore year installment left off and now. yikes. this is also decidedly less college-y than the past two, but i think that’s alright. title from “dents” by the acorn. enjoy xo
Your name: submit What is this?
“Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.”
That was as far as you had gotten before pausing the voicemail.
You had received it a week ago during your first class of the semester, and had almost dropped your phone when you saw his contact name. Dana had noticed your weird behavior and inquired about it, but you shrugged off her concern. You weren’t sure why you lied to her at the time, but something about getting a message from him seemed secret, scandalous. It was better to keep it to yourself.
You had forced yourself to open it later that night, alone in your room. You heard that first few seconds - “Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.” - and then a sound like he was adjusting the phone, but you pushed the home button so fast after that you didn’t hear any more. It was too much, you decided, and far too soon. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it again, and so it remained in your messages, like a secret weight on your shoulders.