Shawn Mendes Imagines

Strangers

A/N: this imagine was inspired by some tumblr imagines i read a few months ago.

I slowly bit down on my lip, watching as Shawn stood at the bar, his arm slung over the table, a bright colored drink in hand. He flashed his teeth, a low chuckle erupting from his lips as he continued to chat with the tall, thin brunette merely a few inches away from him.

Yet this wasn't anything foreign to me. It was typical for me to sit around and watch as Shawn was forced to mingle with other women, his management hoping that he'd drop me for one of the many gorgeous girls he'd meet at events like this. They hoped for him to finally step out in public with a stunning movie star or a size zero model hanging from his arm, rather than a girl from his hometown, like me. And sometimes, it seemed as though he enjoyed it.

"Don't be ridiculous, (y/n), I love you. You're the only one I want, and no matter how many girls I'm forced to meet, I will always want you," were the words I often heard from him on late night limousine rides to our home, or when we laid in bed and I'd question his feelings for me. But although he constantly reassured me that he wasn't interested in any woman but me, his smiling face and blushing cheeks told me otherwise.

So I sat on a bar stool, doing the only thing I could do- watch. My stomach twisted and turned as I watched her fingers lightly trace over his arms and chest, his eyes glued to hers. Not once did those deep-set brown eyes turn around to check on me, to give me a smile, to introduce me to his friends. The two laughed and drank for what seemed like eternities before I had had enough.

I stepped down from the stool, smoothing out the tight, red dress I was wearing, the one that Shawn told me I looked beautiful in. My heels gently clicked against the concrete as I made my way towards the limo waiting in front of the building, my jacket pulled tight against my chest. As I sat in the vehicle, the blaring sound of music and talking drowned out, and my thoughts were left to be the loudest noise of all.

I waited for Shawn. My vision blurred with tears as I took off the silver jewelry hanging from my wrists, neck, and ears, the ones I had put on in hopes of seeming a bit more elegant tonight, elegant enough to be worthy of Shawn's attention. But once again, to no avail.

"Damn, I'm tired," were the first words that left his lips as his tall figure slipped into the limousine, running his hands up to his knees. He let out a small chuckle as the driver pressed the gas pedal, leading us back to Shawn's home.

I gently wiped my tears away with the pads of my fingers, not wanting to smudge the makeup I had worked hard on tonight. I gazed out the window, my back to my boyfriend.

"(Y/n), baby?" Shawn reached out and gently took ahold of my wrist, leaning forward to look at my face. Although it was too dark to see much, it appeared the moonlight had reflected off my tearstained cheeks, and his face sunk with worry, "Are you crying?"

I simply looked up at him, and he slowly reached up to caress my cheeks, whispering inaudible phrases as he tried to soothe me, before I gently shoved his chest away.

"Babe, what- what happened?" He was taken back by my bold actions and changing emotions, eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.

"Why can't you fight for me, Shawn?" I asked, regretting the decision of speaking. For when I did so, more tears streamed down my cheeks, my head was pounding, and I was drowning in my own pit of sorrow. So many things I had kept from him, all exploding out of me at once.

"I- what- what do you mean? What are you talking about, baby?"

"Why can't you put up a fight for me, Shawn? Why can't you tell your management that I am your girlfriend and that you don't want to flirt with other women for magazines and news articles? Why can't you tell them you are committed?" I sobbed angrily, shaking my head as he reached out to hold me.

"(Y/n)- "

"Why is it that I have to sit alone, waiting for you to be done with your games so we can finally have a chance to talk for ten minutes on the way home? And why do I have to suffer, feeling like I'm not good enough for you, or that I'm not as extravagant as those other girls?"

"Baby, we talked about this, you know it's just for my career. I talked to my management, they just don't listen- "

"Cut the bullshit, Shawn!" I yelled, choking on my words from the stream of tears pouring down my face, "Is it so hard to tell them you're happy with someone from your town, someone who doesn't always want to wear thousands of dollars on her body when she goes out with you?" I shook my head, "Or are you embarrassed of me, too?"

"Stop it, (y/n), you're being dramatic," he rolled his eyes, placing a hand on my thigh as my lips parted in astonishment.

"I want to go back to my apartment, then you can drop Shawn off," I tapped on the driver's shoulder, placing my request before sitting back in my seat.

"You need to listen to me. Hear me out," Shawn reached for my hand before I quickly pulled away, shaking my head.

A few quick turns and the light from my apartment building was clearly visible, my heart still pounding in my chest, but slightly relieved that I'll be alone tonight.

"(Y/n), don't go, please- "

"Stop, Shawn," I reached for the door handle, his hand pulling mine off and pulling my body against his chest as he locked the door again.

"Please, just don't go. We can fix this, we can talk it out," he pleaded as we struggled for a few moments, him constantly stopping me as I reached for the door.

"Shawn, let me go, now," my voice was stern, but he refused to let me go.

"(Y/n), will you just fucking listen to me?!" He shouted, my heart dropping into the pit of my stomach. Never had he been so loud, so angry, so demanding. It was a new side of him, one I didn't want to ever see again.

He removed his trembling hand from the door handle, and the other from around my waist. An angry vein protruding from his neck, cheeks a hot red, his lip quivering as he realized what he had just done.

"Wow, Shawn," I shook my head in utter disappointment, finally being able to leave the vehicle. I took one last glance at him, his eyes wide as he struggled to accept the reality of the situation, "it's like I don't even know you anymore."

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