Shawn Mendes Imagines

Flattering

A/N: This imagine is for @Marta_Me, hope you like it!

"Why'd you buy that?" Shawn mumbled, leaning against the doorframe as I admired my reflection in the mirror.

I looked down, smoothing out my dress, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, I just don't think it's all that flattering," he shrugged, glancing up and down at my body in the piece of glass, "I don't think it was, like, made for your body type or shape."

I pressed my lips together, my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach at his blunt thoughts.

"Hey, I'm gonna go make lunch for us, alright?" He stood up straight, pointing back at the hallway.

Nodding slowly, I kept my focus on the carpeted floor beneath my feet, hearing the sound of his footsteps fade away.

Glancing to my right, I saw the one drawer beside my bed that hadn't been opened for almost three months now.

But right now, I craved to feel the sharp, cold metal against my skin, the one thing that could rid my mind of all my problems and insecurities.

I opened the drawer, finding a smaller box within, holding a few blades. Taking one out, I held the small piece between my thumb and index finger, prior memories with the blade reemerging.

I sat down on the bed, Shawn's words repeating over and over again in my mind as I created a fresh wound in my untouched skin.

Watching as the red substance trickled along my skin, a tear slid down my cheek, landing on my arm.

I kept going, unaware of the number of cuts I had made. But right now, it didn't matter, I was frustrated and angry, not at Shawn, but at myself.

What he said was true. I looked hideous in the dress, it showed my flaws even more, and he was right, it wasn't meant for my body.

I laid against the pillow, propping my legs up on the bed, letting my blood stain the freshly washed, white bedsheets.

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"Hi, baby girl, I know you're sleeping," Shawn sat down beside me, the weight of the bed shifting as I woke up, keeping my eyes shut, "but I just, I had to apologize."

"Seeing your cuts made me realize that my words hurt you more than I could ever imagine," he whispered, choking up a bit, his fingers running through my hair repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry," he croaked, "so, so sorry."

My eyes fluttered open as I looked to my arm, only to see that all the blood had been cleaned, bandages covering all of the wounds.

"Baby girl," Shawn sobbed, shaking his head, his strong arms engulfing me in a tight hug as he slid in bed next to me, "please forgive me."

"Please don't cry, Shawn," I muttered, my head tucked into his chest, his hands continuously running through my hair.

"I hurt you, I'm just-I feel so guilty, I never should have said what I said," he licked his lips, his eyes bloodshot red, tears falling freely from them.

"Please, Shawn," I drew my lips together, looking up and wiping the tears off of his face.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Shawn's pink, chapped lips trembled ever so slightly.

I brought my face to his, my fingertips running along his jawline, taking in the beauty of our imperfect relationship.

My lips connected with his, tears still streaming from our eyes as we kissed each other harder, like the other's lips were air, and neither of us could breathe.

And it was in those moments, that the two of us experienced true sadness, drowning in the tears of our own sorrow, accepting the fact that neither of us were truly perfect physically, mentally, or emotionally, but we were perfect enough for each other.

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