Shawn Mendes Imagines

Away From You

A/N: This imagine is for @ShawnAndJohnson. Hope you like it !

"Shawn," I called, tugging at my tight, black mini-skirt, pulling it down a bit as I got a few smirks and glances from various boys around the house.

"Shawn," I called again, wandering around the house, the wretched smell of sweaty teens and alcohol filling my nostrils as I pushed through the crowd on stairs, in search of my boyfriend.

"Baby, where are you?" I mumbled to myself, opening a half-closed white door, the sound of skin slapping together as I quickly closed it, and moved on.

"Shawn!" I yelled, getting tired of calling his name.

I opened another white door, it was quiet, but I heard soft voices and giggles. The door creaked open and tears immediately blurred my vision as I realized what was happening.

Shawn sat on the edge of the bed, his hand cupping the girl's cheek as she sat on his lap, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck. Their lips collided numerous times, pulling away and giggling at each other and then back to kissing.

"Shawn?" I croaked, biting down on my lip until I could taste blood.

"Hi, Cari," he slurred, gently pushing the girl off his lap, stumbling towards me as she laid down on the bed, her hair a tangled mess, her clothes sitting crookedly on her body.

"Shawn," I shook my head, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as I observed small red marks running along the length of his neck, starting at his jawline, "what is that?"

"What?" He asked, his hands reaching for my waist as I slapped them away.

"T-The marks, Shawn?" I asked, raising my voice, "what are those little marks along your neck?"

"What, these?" He asked, his eyes gently opening and closing as his fingers made contact with his bruising skin, "They're called hickeys, or love bites," he said quietly, extending the word 'love'.

"Oh, are they?" I scoffed, the brunette locking lips with him minutes ago laid passed out on the bedsheets.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "that's what happens when someone kisses you," he slurred, holding on to the door frame, a small smile appearing on his face as he continued touching his neck with two fingers, "and they suck so hard on your skin."

"I know," I bit my lip, tears streaming down my face, "who gave those to you, baby?"

"Jen," he giggled, turning around and looking at her on the bed, "she was so good, her lips tasted like sugar," he mumbled drunkenly.

"Well, that's good for you then," I shrugged, my heart sinking, my blood running cold as the image of her kissing Shawn replayed in my mind endlessly, "I, um, I guess I'll be going."

"Wait, what?" He asked, grasping onto my tiny wrist as I shrugged him off of me, "where are you going?" He slurred as I focused on his lipstick stained mouth, cheeks, and neck.

"As far away from you as possible."

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Guys I'm posting two more imagines in this book, and then hopefully I'll be making a second so please, please read it when it's out !

-Rebecca