A/n: Explicit language and lots of drama in this one! Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy this imagine. Okay, without further ado, let's begin!

My fiancé is the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes. He's currently on tour right now, and I miss him an awful lot. I went into Boston, and stopped by the bench that Shawn and I were at when we proposed. Boston is known as a walking city, so I left my car parked where it was, and then walked the fourteen minutes to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, and then walked around there. I left the museum after a bit, and began to walk back to my car. About five minutes into the fourteen minute walk back, I heard someone behind me.

"Oh my gosh, is that Y/n Y/l/n?" A girl asked.

"I think that it is. Should we get a picture with her?" Another girl asked.

"Y/N!" One of the girls yelled. I turned around and fake smiled. I just wanted to go home and relax and Facetime Shawn. I missed him tremendously.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi, could we get a picture with you please?" One of them asked. I nodded.

"Sure, that's fine." I said. We took the picture.

"Thank you Y/n!" They said.

"You're welcome. Have a nice day." I said.

"You too!" They said, and I began walking again. By the time that I saw my car, they were still behind me. Something in me didn't make me feel comfortable with them seeing what car I drive and the licence plate of my car, so I walked past it. My uncle lives in the next town over, so I texted him.

Me: Hey Uncle Stevie, what's your address? I'm in Boston and I need to stop by.

He texted me back his address.

Me: Thank you.

I plugged the address into the GPS on my phone, and kept the volume down low, so I could hear it, but the girls couldn't. Shit. I would have to double back in order to get there, and it would take me about an hour to walk there. I sighed and turned around.

"Are you lost Y/n?" One of the girls asked. I shook my head.

"No. I'm fine." I said. Here's how I know that they were definitely following me: when I turned around to head to my uncle's apartment, they turned around too. I could text Shawn and tell him that some of his fans were following me, but he's in Tokyo (A/n: I know that he's not, let's just pretend that he is.) so it's not like there's much that he can do. Should I say something to the girls? I just need to get to my uncle's apartment, and then I'll be fine.

The girls continued to follow me, even when I crossed over the Boston University Bridge. By now, my feet were hurting and my anxiety was getting higher. I got a text from my uncle.

Uncle Stevie: Where are you?

Me: I'm walking to your place. Long story why. I'll explain when I get there. Crossing over the Boston University Bridge now.

Uncle Stevie: Okay, please stay safe.

Me: Okay.

What I really wanted to text back was that I was trying to. Should I text my uncle and ask him to pick me up? No, because then they'll know his car. It was like I was paranoid. After a little over half an hour more, with the girls still following me, I neared my uncle's apartment building. I could've called the cops, but I didn't want to make a scene, my anxiety was already high, and I didn't want to call the cops on Shawn's fans. The girls must have noticed that I was drifting towards my uncle's apartment building.

"Y/n, is this where you and Shawn live?" One of the girls asked. I stopped and turned around.

"I don't feel comfortable saying who lives here." I said.

"Why not?" The same girl asked.

"Because I don't want to give out that information." I said. I then began to walk towards the front door.

"Come on Y/n, just tell us who it is!" One of the girls yelled. I pushed open the first door, and the pushed the buzzer for my uncle's apartment. I was ready to break down sobbing.

"Who is it?" My uncle asked.

"It's me, Uncle Stevie." I said. He buzzed me in and I took the old elevator up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in his doorway. I hugged him and broke down sobbing in his arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he led me inside. I immediately went to the windows. The girls were standing outside. Ugh. I sat down on the L shaped couch, put my head in my hands, and cried more.

"Can I have some water please? I feel like I've been walking forever." I asked and said. He nodded and got me some water and then sat down with me.

"So what happened?" He asked. I told him everything and his eyes widened. By now, it was eight o'clock at night, and dark out.

"And it's not like I can call Shawn for him to come to my rescue, he's in Tokyo." I said. My uncle nodded.

"Why didn't you call the police?" He asked.

"I didn't want to make a scene, my anxiety was too high, and I don't want to call the police on Shawn's fans." I said. He nodded.

"Okay. How about I step out of the room and you call Shawn?" Uncle Stevie asked. I nodded.

"Okay. Thank you." I said as I pulled out my phone.

"You're welcome." He said, and left the room. I was still crying when Shawn answered.

"Hey baby." He said.

"Hi." I said.

"What's wrong?" He asked and I could hear the panic in his voice. I told him everything that had happened.

"I don't know what to do. I just checked again and they're still waiting outside the apartment." I said.

"That's so unacceptable. I'm so sorry honey. I'll do a live stream and address this." He said.

"How am I supposed to get back to my car?" I asked.

"Ask your uncle if he can drive you back to your car. Let me do the live stream right now babe and then I'll call you back. I love you." He said.

"Okay. I love you too." I said, and we hung up. My uncle came back in the room.

"I wouldn't mind driving you to your car if you want." He said.

"Yes please. Let me just watch Shawn's live stream and then I'll be ready to go." I said. My uncle nodded.

"Okay." He said. Shawn's live stream then started and I tapped on it.

"Hi guys. I'll be honest, I'm really upset, frustrated, and pissed right now. I just got a phone call from my fiancé, who was sobbing. Let me explain what happened. So, she went into the city and went to a park. Boston is like a walking city, so she then walked the fourteen minutes to a museum, walked around there, and then started to head back to her car." Shawn said. I looked out the window again as I listened to Shawn. The girls were all looking at their phone as Shawn continued and I sat back down.

"Five minutes into the fourteen minute walk back to her car, some fans of mine yelled her name and asked for a picture. Y/n said yes, and then took the picture. She then started to walk back to the car, but the girls were still slightly close behind her. She texted a family member that lived nearby because she didn't feel comfortable going to her car where these girls could see what type of car she drives and her license plate. So, by now, she's walked for at least twenty eight minutes, but definitely more than that because she walked around the museum.

"Okay, so there's more. She then had to turn around in order to get to her family member's apartment, and here's the giveaway that these girls were following Y/n: when she turned around and started walking in a different direction, so did they. By now, it was getting dark out and her anxiety was climbing. When she got to her family member's apartment, the fans wanted to know if her and I lived there. Y/n said that she didn't feel comfortable saying who lives there. One of the girls asked why, and Y/n said that she didn't want to give out that information. One of the girls then yelled for to just tell them who lived there, and Y/n just kept went into the building.

"Do you guys want to know how long my now extremely anxious, uncomfortable, sobbing fiancé had been walking for? An hour and a half at the least. That's not including the walking she did at the museum. I looked up the route before I did the live stream, and that's at least four miles. As you guys can probably tell by the sound of my voice, I'm not happy about Y/n getting followed. Don't ever follow her. To ask for a picture is fine, but then to follow her? That's wrong." Shawn said. I poked my head out the window, the girls were still there, and still looking at their phone. Shawn continued.

"I asked her why she didn't call the cops. She said it was because she didn't want to make a scene, her anxiety was already high, and she didn't want to call the cops on my fans. If these girls were true fans of mine, they wouldn't follow Y/n, and they would respect her boundaries and her privacy." Shawn said. I commented on the live stream and could tell that he read it because he frowned even more.

@yourusername: They're still outside the apartment and they're all looking at a phone. How am I supposed to leave?

"I don't know if you guys just saw Y/n's comment just now, but she must've looked out the window because she said that those fans are still outside the apartment and that they're all looking at a phone and then she asked how she's supposed to leave. If those fans are watching this right now, you obviously know who you guys are, and you need to step away from the apartment building unless you guys live there. What you guys did was wrong and Y/n is really shaken up because of it. Don't ever follow Y/n ever again. I'm going to end the live stream now and call my girl to check on her. Moral of all of this is don't ever, ever, follow Y/n. Love you guys. Bye." Shawn said, and then ended the live stream. I looked out the window and the girls weren't there anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief. My phone rang and it was Shawn so I answered it.

"Hi. I don't see the girls anymore. Thank you baby." I said.

"You're welcome. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Like I just want to go home." I said.

"Okay baby. Have your uncle drive you to your car, thank him for me, and call me when you get home. I love you." He said.

"Okay. I love you too." I said, and we hung up.

"Ready to go?" My uncle asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Shawn says thank you, and I also want to thank you, for letting me come here and for driving me back to my car." I said.

"No problem." He said. Soon, we got back to my car, and soon I got home. I called Shawn.

"Hey baby." Shawn said.

"Hey, I'm home." I said as I plopped down on the couch.

"Good. I'm so sorry that that happened honey." Shawn said.

"It's not your fault." I said.

"I wish I had been there. I would've told them to their faces that what they did was unacceptable." Shawn said.

"I know honey. Well I'm going to head to bed. I'm exhausted and my feet are fucking killing me." I said.

"I wish that I was home so I could give you a foot massage." Shawn said. I hummed as I kicked off my shoes. I then began to walk upstairs.

"That would be wonderful, but you're on tour baby. Hold on, I have to put you on speaker so I can get changed." I said.

"Okay." He said. I put him on speaker and put the phone on the bed.

"What should I wear?" I asked.

"One of my shirts baby." Shawn said without any hesitation.

"Okay. Would it be okay if I also wore one of your hoodies?" I asked as I put one of his shirts on.

"Of course darling. How are you feeling now honey?" Shawn asked. I put on his pink hoodie and then got out of my leggings and into sweats.

"I don't know. Tired. My feet hurt really bad. Luckily my anxiety has calmed down though." I said as I took Shawn off speaker and got into bed.

"Good. I'm proud of you baby." Shawn said.

"Thank you honey." I said and then yawned.

"Did you just yawn?" He asked.

"How could you tell?" I asked.

"Babe, we're engaged, I know your yawning noises." Shawn said. I bursted out laughing.

"Okay, that's hilarious to me for some reason and I really want to tweet it." I said. Shawn laughed.

"Gosh I love you. Go ahead and tweet it babe." Shawn said.

"I love you too baby. I'm going to go to tweet that and then go to bed now." I said.

"Okay, good night my love." Shawn said.

"Good night." I said. We hung up and I went to twitter.

"Me: *yawns after saying something over the phone to @shawnmendes

Shawn: Did you just yawn?

Me: How could you tell?

Shawn: Babe, we're engaged, I know your yawning noises." I tweeted, and then fell asleep. I love Shawn so much, and I'm so grateful for him and my uncle.