Random Imagines

Don't Hurt Me (S.M.)

Shawn Mendes

*shawn's pov*

She sat on the balcony with her knees tucked to her chest and her light cardigan wrapped around her. Dried tear stains broke her cheeks in several places leaving them almost to look like scars.

Rain continued to pour down from the sky, leaving her shivering.

It was almost 3 am and neither of us can sleep. It's not hard to tell.
I couldn't even stand to look at her right now. No. She hurt me.

My legs swung over the bed and walked over to the balcony. I flipped the lock back into the unlocked position and her pale face turned in my direction.

I immediately turned away and walked back into the room, until I came face to face with the wall. The door handle turned and I heard a creaking noise as the door opened. A sniffle came from behind me and so did rather large water droplets hitting the floor.

She cleared her throat as if she was about to say something.

"No!" I boomed. "You will not speak. You nearly costed my career, my friends, and everything I made of myself."

I paused, still staring at the wall, "I can't even stand to look at you. Everything I ever wanted nearly vanished tonight because of you!"

I turned around as I saw silent tears running down her face. Her body shook trying to hold back sobs and she still shivered from being outside in the rain for so long. Snot ran down her nose and all over her lips. She refused to make any sounds. All she did was stand there gripping onto her arms for warmth.

Anger rushed through me. I clenched my fists and took a rather hard swing at the wall, leaving a hole the size of my fist.

"I am livid with you right now!" I screamed as loud as I can, punching the wall once more.

A shatter filled the room. She ran over to where the sound came from and curled into a ball. A rather large sob racked from her body; the second sound that she has made in the past few hours.

"Pl-please don't s-scream at me. Please d-don't punch the w-wall," she cried softly.

"I'll scream as much as I want! Punch the wall as much as I want! I hate you for this! You embarrassed me like no one has before! That was so personal, so fucking personal and you exploited it to the entire world! I hate you so much for this!"

I looked at her again. She starred at me losing hope in her eyes, almost at a loss for emotion.

Her head now rested in between her knees and she pulled her arms tighter around herself. She lightly rocked back and forth, whispering, "I hate myself. I hate myself."

A pang of realization hit me like a crack of lightning.

I love her. What am I saying? What am I doing to her? I'm just angry.

Wanting to hold her in my arms and tell her the truth I walked over to her relatively fast. My hand stretched out to pull her cold self into my warm chest, she quickly scurried away into the corner of the room.

Everything sank in.

"D-did you think I was going to h-hit you?" My voice cracks as tears began to rush down my face.

Her eyes slowly met mine in fear.
"I-it looked like i-it. You've n-never been so m-ad at me be-before."

"No. (Y/N). I would... I would n-never to that to you."

I pulled her into my arms. She hugged back with her palms pressing into my shoulder blades.

Her dress was still cold and damp but I didn't care. All I did care about was making sure she was okay. Making sure my baby girl was okay.

We were both sobbing into each other's necks by this point.

"Sh-Shawn? D-do you still h-hate me?" Her breathing was uneasy.

"No, no, no," I shook my head. "No never. I was just mad and upset. There's no way I'll ever hate you. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

She sniffled, "Me too."

I pull her closer to me, leaving no space, "I love you so much. I know that you didn't mean what you said. We can let it go. I'm sorry I locked you out there like that. I love you. I love you. I love you. I'm so sorry."

I turn my head to my left to see what she ran over to that broke.

Our framed picture of us at the beach on our first anniversary. Now shattered.

What hurt the most was seeing it cracked down the middle. Right where we were standing, holding hands.

"I'll buy a new frame. I'm so sorry I did that. I love you so much."

She took her head away from my neck and looked me in the eyes.

"I love you too."