Shawn Mendes Imagines

Lying Lips

Tonight was finally the night. After three long months without my boyfriend, Shawn, tonight was the night he was finally returning home from an exhausting world tour. The house was clean- spotless, if you will. Every piece of furniture laid in perfect order, and his favorite dessert, made from scratch, sat beneath a decorative cover on the kitchen counter, waiting just for him.

Minutes passed by of me staring endlessly at the short plastic pieces moving along the clock, waiting for the love of my life to walk through the door. As if on cue, the doorknob jiggled, and the sound of jangling keys behind the door excited me.

"Shawn!" I cried out in utter excitement at the sight of his messy brown hair and tall figure. A weak smile lined his lips as he shut the front door behind him, hanging his coat on the hook like he had done a million times before.

My body collided with his as I wrapped my arms around his torso, craving the feeling of him after being at loss for month after month. His hands fell to the small of my back, laying a few gentle pats on my cardigan covered skin.

"Hey, love," his voice was soft, softer than usual. I pulled away, my hands reaching up and gently stroking his cheeks. The dark-colored bags above his cheeks were much more prominent, yet the deep brown of his eyes still held the slight sparkle I've always loved.

"I missed you so much! There-There's dessert in the kitchen, a-and there's pillows all over the couch if you want to cuddle, and I-"

"(Y/n)," he cut me off, resting his hands on my shoulders, quieting me, "that sounds great and all, but I'm extremely tired tonight. If you don't mind, I think I'm just going to shower and head to bed."

My heart sank a bit, the gleam in my eye now vanishing as he pushed past me, headed for the bedroom. I glanced back and forth between the untouched dish in the kitchen and the folded blankets and pillows laying on the couch.

Disappointment was the only thing I could feel right now- that, and a slight sadness that things didn't go as planned. I knew we'd have tomorrow, and the day after that, all to ourselves, but I missed him, and craved the lacked attention.

I heard the bathroom door close, and the sound of water soon followed. Having no other plans for the night, I decided to head to bed as well. As I walked past the bathroom and into the bedroom, Shawn's quiet humming was audible from the hallway. His angelic voice had always soothed me, and this moment was no different.

Slipping beneath the duvet spread across our shared bed, I curled up to the pillow. Maybe we could cuddle here after his shower, I thought to myself, a warm smile appearing at the very thought of his arms around my waist as I relaxed in his musky scent.

My thoughts were interrupted by a bright light flashing on the ceiling, illuminating the room. Turning over to Shawn's side of the bed, I realized it was his phone, lit up with a new text message. Curious as to who would be wanting his attention this late at night, I took a glance at the contact name.

His ex. The name was all too familiar to me. He promised he was done with her; he promised he wanted nothing to do with her. My heart raced as I unlocked his phone and headed straight for his messages. I was unable to stop myself from scrolling and scrolling, despite the guilty feeling of invading his privacy which settled atop my chest. My lips fell agape as I read each message, disgusted by the pet names and explicit details included in the numerous messages sent between the two.

The shower stopped, and a few minutes later, Shawn appeared in the bedroom, only a towel wrapped loosely around his hips as he stared at me, "What are you doing, (y/n)?"

"Wow, Shawn, real fucking low," I spat, locking his phone and setting it back down on the nightstand. He ignored me, continuing to strip of his towel and replace it with a pair of checkered boxers, then using the towel to dry off his sopping hair.

"What are you talking about?" He finally answered after getting dressed for the night, focusing his attention back on my angered expression. I rolled my eyes at his obliviousness, grabbing his phone and shoving it back in his face.

"Your ex! You promised, Shawn, you promised. You promised you were done. You promised there were no more feelings between you two." I shook my head as his face drained of all color, feeling utterly embarrassed at the fact that he had been caught, "Why did you lie to me? I can't believe you let me sit here and wait on you for three months, three whole months! I stayed faithful, despite the fact that I was so, so lonely. Yet you, on the other hand, have absolutely no problem stabbing me in the back. That's what I'm talking about."

"(Y/n)-"

"You know what? I don't want any excuses, or pleads for me to stay. I can deal with a lot of things, Shawn, but cheating? That is most definitely not one of them."

He sighed, running a hand through his partially dried hair as I pulled the blankets up against my body, attempting to relax into my pillow once again, yet my body was too tense from our argument, and anger rushed through my veins.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" His voice remained just as soft, and quiet, but there was no tone of remorse evident in it, and I wasn't looking for any either.

"You're not really sorry, you're just saying that because you got caught. So shut up and go to bed. I'm leaving tomorrow," I spat harshly.

And that's what he did. He stayed silent, and the bed dipped down from the weight of his body as he settled in beside me. His hands didn't find their way to my waist tonight, and our backs faced each other.

"(Y/n), I just want to you know th-"

"I read the messages," I stopped him, not wanting to hear another word from his lying lips, "and I think I know more than enough at this point. Goodnight, Shawn."

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this was literally written at 1 am this morning & took me an hour so plS appreciate❤️

-rebecca