Shawn Mendes Imagines

Forget About Me

I opened the front door, setting my keys down on the table as I heard soft sobs coming from the bedroom.

"Shawn?" I called quietly, carefully making my way down the hallway.

I heard him take in a sharp breath as I approached the door, gently knocking on it.

Pushing the door open, I saw Shawn sitting on the bed, his head buried in his hands as tears streamed down his face.

"Shawn, baby, what happened?" I asked, my heart beating rapidly as I knelt down at the side of the bed, gently holding onto his wrists.

"I-I can't take it." He breathed, his voice trembled as he spoke quietly.

"What baby, what's going on?" I whispered, searching his eyes for an
answer.

"I hate m-myself." He said angrily, looking up at me as he clenched his jaw.

"No baby, why?" I whispered back, moving my grip from his wrists onto his hands, squeezing them gently.

"I j-just never spend any t-time with you, I'm never h-here for you." His voice shook in fear.

"Yes you do, I know you're busy, love, but you've always been here for me." I explained, giving him a soft smile.