Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

Drunk and Violence 3 (Shawn Mendes)

This is the final part (3/3)

Shawn's POV

This was already too much. I hurt my only love. She left me, forever. The pain was slowly destroying me alive. I decided to do what I have to do. Getting up from the floor, I went to the kitchen to get the sharpest knife I could find. I went back to my original spot and closed my eyes tightly.

This is for cutting her arm...

I made a small cut on my arm with the knife, each one about all the nasty stuff I did to her on that unforgettable night.

This one's for getting drunk in the first place...

My left arm was now bleeding, I didn't bother cleaning it up. I deserved this anyway, Y/N is probably out there with someone else. My life has been completely ruined. 

I was about to make a third cut but I got cut off by the door opening. It was Nash and he gasped.

"I uh, um..." I stuttered and hid the knife, as well as my left arm, but I think he already saw what I've done. 

Your POV

"Uh, you might wanna come in here." Nash tells me and I immediately ran towards the door. As I got inside, I gasped.

"Shawn! What are you doing?!" I shouted as I saw him cut his left arm. He's never done this before. Only when he's really depressed or lonely. I guess his love for me never ended. But I'm not sure if I'm ready to take him back. 

He starts to tear up and come towards me, i cautiously stepped back, I'm still scared of him. He saw this and sobs harder. 

"No, (Y/N) please, I won't hurt you again..." He trails off, but I stopped him.

"No Shawn, every time you come home drunk you always expect me to forgive you that easily. Not this time, I'm afraid." I responded bravely and went upstairs to think things through. 

Shawn's POV

She just left. Not even one word of reassurance or forgiveness. She just walked away like she didn't care. 

"Shawn..." Nash says quietly. I went to him and he hugged me tightly as I broke down. My tears landing on his shirt as he soothes me.

"She's never taking me back now..." I whispered, my breathing becoming uneven. I'm a complete mess now. What's happened to me? I've become a bad boyfriend. 

"Why'd you screw up in the first place?" He says quite harshly.

"I DON'T KNOW!! I F*CKING DON'T KNOW!!" I shouted as my tears continued falling and my sobs becoming louder. He continues to rub his hand on my back.

**10 MINUTES LATER**

Your POV

You've thought things over and now are ready to speak to Shawn. You quietly went back downstairs to find Shawn, still in tears, on the couch with Nash trying to comfort him.

"She's my only one... I love her... and I screwed it up..." He whispers to himself. You felt a bittersweet feeling to those. He hurt you, yet he never stopped loving you. 

You rubbed your hand against his back as he shot up to see you. You take a closer look at him. His eyes were no longer the gorgeous ones you were used to seeing. His hair is in completely different directions and his cheek were stained in his own tears. 

"I'll leave you two to talk. Any problems, just shout." Nash says and walks to another room. You nodded and looked back at Shawn. He's so broken without you. You hugged him (not tightly though) as he wraps you in his arms quickly. He nuzzles his face in your shoulder and cries loudly.

"I miss you, I miss you so much..." He says, sobbing. You started to tear up too.

"S-Shawn, never ever do that again, okay?" You say to him. He pulls you in tighter and whimpers. The sounds of him in a condition like this are very heartbreaking to you, all you could do is comfort him. 

"Y-Y/N, I love you..." He whispers as he kisses your neck. You flinch at this and he pulls you away.

"No, I've hurt you again. I-I'm sorry!" He says and buries his face in his hands, not wanting to touch you as he may fear of hurting you again. 

"Shawn, it's gonna take time for me to trust you again. I'll stay with you, but no kisses for a while, maybe when I feel like I can trust you again, deal?" You compromised. He hesitated at first, but nodded. 

"Y/N, I promise you, never will I do anything like that again. You mean so much to me." He whispers and you nod. He pulls you into his arms and you two cuddle on the couch. Eventually, he falls into a deep sleep with his head resting on your neck.

It's gonna take a while until you trust him, but as the old saying goes: 

Time heals all wounds.

(A/N: Or does it? I don't know)