Shawn Mendes Imagines

Bruised

A/N: me bc our lil muffin fam now has over a thousand family members^^ whAT THE F lol still don't know why u guys like me or my shitty bookS okay bye.

"Never fucking touch her like that again!" I heard Shawn's voice roar throughout the school hallways.

Rushing out of my classroom, I pushed through the crowd, only to find Shawn holding up my ex-boyfriend against the navy blue lockers.

Shawn punched him in the jaw once more before letting the tall blonde drop to the ground with a loud thud, screams and cheers being heard throughout the crowd of students gathered around the fallout.

"Shawn!" I yelled, as he picked up his backpack, heading for the exit of the school.

He ignored me, swinging his black bag over his left shoulder, letting it hang loosely on his side as he walked out the doors and into the parking lot, his fists balled up at his hips.

"Shawn!" I called again, running after him, "I hope you remembered that I'm your ride home."

He turned around, blood oozing from his bottom lip, his cheeks turned bright red, eyes turned an inky black.

He huffed, walking towards my car and opening up the passenger's seat, tossing his bag on the floor of the vehicle and getting in.

"What the hell was that?!" I screamed the instant I got in the driver's seat, turning my attention towards the bruised brunette beside me.

He ignored me again, harshly rubbing away the small stream of blood leaving his right nostril.

"There are some napkins in the glovebox," I shook my head, gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles turned white from the pressure I exerted.

Shawn pushed his body forward, grabbing a few napkins and holding them to his face, blood soaking the white surface.

"Now tell me why the fuck you started a fight with him?" I bit my lip angrily as he turned to face me weakly, muttering a few words under his breath.

I slammed my hand on the wheel, "I can't hear you, now tell me why you did that!"

"Because you didn't deserve what he did to you, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it," he mumbled, running a hand through his messy hair, "besides, why do you even give a shit anyway?"

"Because-" I breathed, loosening my grip on the leathered wheel, "because I care about you, Shawn, I can't stand to see you like this."

"It doesn't matter," he rubbed his eyes, his anger quickly being replaced by sadness.

"Yeah, it does!" I turned to him, "Shawn, I-I love you," the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

He turned to me, his eyes brimmed with tears.

"I just-I'm sorry, Shawn, I've loved you since forever, and I just dated other guys hoping I'd get over you," I chuckled angrily at my stupidity, "but it never worked and-"

He cut me off, cupping my face in his hands, swiftly pressing his lips against mine. His rough, chapped lips against my soft ones was an unfamiliar feeling that I was more than willing to get used to.

We pulled away, his hand trembling against my cheek, his eyes searching mine for some kind of reaction.

"I love you too."

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thanks to my daughter, sunnyymendes for the idea and stuff for this imagine, love you !!

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