Shawn Mendes one shots

Bail

"So what?" Shawn says as he leans back in the chair. "You want to break up?" 

"No, I-" 

"You what?" Shawn interrupts as he raises his voice. You take a deep breath as the frustration seems to spread through your veins. 

It's around two in the morning and you're sitting at the dining table across from Shawn. You didn't want to do this night now, but Shawn wouldn't let it go and suddenly, you find yourself in a situation, you don't really want to deal with in the middle of the night. 

Your nails dig into your palms and leave marks behind, purely as a method of coping with the anger you are feeling. 

"I just feel like it's different." You say as calmly as you can. You don't want to poke the bear. "We feel different." 

"So you want to break up with me, then?" Shawn fires back instantly and you cannot help but roll your eyes. 

"That's not what I'm saying, Shawn. I want us to fix this." Shawn shakes his head as he mumbles swearwords under his breath. He's mad at you. He's hardly able to look you in the eye and his entire body is tense and on the lookout. 

"But you're saying you're not in love with me,-" 

"Seriously, shut up." You find yourself screaming at him. It makes a silence spread and the tension is hanging thick in the, almost enough for you to taste the bitterness between Shawn and you. 

You can tell Shawn is somewhat taken aback by your outburst. You don't blame him, though. You never really yell and you hardly ever raise your voice at people. But he's getting on your goddam nerves, putting words into your mouth and misinterpreting what you're actually trying to say. 

His eyes are slightly more widen and his mouth is gaping the tiniest bit open. But your screaming makes a different as he suddenly allows you to speak without interrupting you in the matter of seconds. You lean back in your chair as you force air into your sore lungs in desperate need of more oxygen. 

"Something has changed between us. And I know you feel it too. It feels different, something is different with us." You tell him and search for his eyes. He doesn't look at you, though. 

His eyes are glued to the table as he cracks his fingers to avoid all form of contact with you. You shake your head at his childish and stubborn behaviour. 

"You know what, fine Shawn. If you can't look at me and we cannot have an adult conversation, then... forget it." You blur as you stand from your chair. 

"You want me to sit here and smile while you leave me?" He snaps back and the angers rushes down your spin. You cannot control yourself and therefore, your hand ends up smashing into the dining table to get Shawn to look at you. 

"I am not fucking leaving you. I'm trying to talk to you." You yell as tears begin to form in your eyes. Whether you're sad or simply just frustrated, you cannot seem to figure out. "I should be able to tell you how I feel, Shawn. In a relationship we have to be honest with one another, I should be able to tell you without you acting like this." 

Finally, Shawn looks towards you and he becomes pale when he sees your stare. You watch him as he takes a deep breath and points for you to sit back down. 

"I'm sorry." He says and you drop down on the chair again. "It just hurts a little to hear, okay? And then I get scared that you're going to bail." 

"Shawn," You sigh as your hands slips across the table to hold his. You give him a soft embrace and allow your thumb to brush against his knuckles. "I'm not leaving you nor am I bailing on our relationship. But you have to admit things have been different, off somehow." You mutter as you tilt your head sideways.