Shawn Mendes Imagines

spoken truth

Shawn walked up my stairs with a smile on his face. Did he really wanna see me? I feel like I'm being lied to all the time. He's playing me and it hurts to look at his smile. I closed my eyes and just imagined him speaking absolute and nothing but truth.

"Hi I didn't miss you but I wanna tease you" he spoke softly wrapping his arms around me.

He pecked my forehead and we headed into my room. We sat on the bed and rested back staring at the ceiling.

"I don't care about your day" he said.

I sighed and felt tears welt up inside me. He poked my sides trying to get me to smile, to get me to laugh. I grabbed his hand and smiled.

"I'm gonna go talk to other girls after this you know?" He smiled.

"I know" I sighed.

"You see me with them huh? And it makes you angry" he replied.

I felt a tear run down my face as I nodded. He pecked my cheek and he held my hand.

"I don't really like you but it seems like it huh?" He asked.

I kept silent.

"I like making you squirm" he said hugging me tight but soon letting go.

I wanted more but I hate asking. He looked at me with tears in his eyes but a smile across his beautiful face.

"I'm not really sad, I just want you to think I am" he chuckled.

I shook my head holding the sides of my temples. He wiped away his tears and smiled sitting next to me.

"I like you but I won't tell anybody because I don't want anyone to know or actually think I do, because I don't" he said grabbing my hand once more.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I'm gonna leave you now" he said standing up walking over to the door.

He slid past it leaving me alone and sad, again.

"Y/n?" Shawn asked holding my shoulder.

I broke my train of thought and smiled.

"You okay?" He asked.

I shook my head and sniffled my tears.

"It's okay, I love you"