Shawn Mendes Imagines

He calls you fat.

I hate these ones! They always make me feel odd about myself. But, hey. I'm out of ideas so! Write away tiny fingers! Okay, enjoy!

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"I don't know man. She's getting a bit, fat." I hear Shawn say to Cameron and Jack. I knew he thought this about me. I am a bit chubby. Plus he's big time superstar and I'm just some small town girl he met a while back.

I feel tears flood my eyes.

"Why do you think that?" I hear Cameron say.

"She's not way overweight, but the other day she came up and attacked me. She was a bit heavier." I hear him say.

I go up to our room and sit down. I think about what he said. Did I suffocate him? Maybe I did. I am fat as all hell.

I look in the mirror. How had I not noticed this before? God I'm such an idiot. How could I let my weight get out control?

"Hey." I hear Shawn say. I look over. He had a big smile on his face. I wonder if he always said those things when he was with him. What if he doesn't truly love me? What If he's using me? What if he's cheating on me? I mean if he wants someone who isn't overweight, shouldn't you think he'd be having secret affairs for pleasure?

"Hi." I say. I didn't smile. I just looked at the ground.

"The boys and I are hungry and we're gonna go get something to eat. You wanna come?" I imagined French fries in my head. Oh I was very hungry. But no. If I am really fat I should not eat all the fattening things to look overweight. Or feel overweight.

"No thanks. I'm good." He smiles. God his smile. It always melts my heart. But today, I lost my appetite for it.

"Alright. If you say so." He laughs. He shuts the door behind him. I felt the tears start up again. What cruel things is he gonna say now? I lay down on the bed and begin to cry.

                  8 months later...

"Hey, we're gonna go get some McDonald's, wanna come?" I hear Shawn say. He walks up and wraps his arms around my waist. My still fat waist.

"No thanks, I'm good." I was only somewhat proud of myself. I had lost 30 pounds in the past 8 months. 98 pounds, I'm very proud.

"Why! Why won't you eat!" I hear Shawn say. I stop.

"I do it! I'm just not hungry!" I yell back.

"No! No you don't! I you eat it's like an apple or a carrot! You don't eat! Why?" Shawn says. He looks sad yet angry. I couldn't look at his face. I just couldn't.

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because I'm fat! You told Cameron and Jack 8 months ago, that I am fat! So, I decided to be the skinny girl you want me to be!" I say. I'm now in tears and Shawn looks full of sorrow.

"Oh my god! (Y/N), I'm sorry. I didn't think you were listening. No, Cameron was talking about how he'd be a better boyfriend for you then me, so wanted him to change his mind so he didn't make any moves. I'm sorry. You're not fat! You're beautiful! But Cameron was right. I'm a horrible boyfriend."

"How do I know that's true." I say, still not looking at him.

"Because I love you."

"How do I know that's true?" I sit down on the bed. I felt my knees getting weak.

"(Y/N), I love you. I swear to god I love you! I would do anything for you! If I didn't love you, why would I be with you?" He says. Tears fall down my cheeks like race cars racing on a track.

"I don't know. But it hurts thinking you don't." I looked up at him. He looked as if he was going to cry. He looked tense.

"I love you. I will always love you." He walks up to me and picks me up into a hug.

"I love you too." I say. He gives me a kiss.

"Let's get something to eat." He says, pulling me out of the room.