Shawn Mendes Imagines

- Forget

You

Another night of the same routine.

I was home alone while Shawn was out clubbing, or something like that. I honestly don't understand what we have anymore.

He rarely talks to me at all, he flirts with other girls when he knows that I can clearly see the situation, and I just feel out of love.

I turn my head to glance at the clock at my side. 12:34 am. What happened to "I'll be home by 9," Shawn? I sigh and decide he's not worth my time. I snuggle myself deep under the covers, starting to drift off to sleep.

"(Y/n)?" I heard the door open and shut. There goes my plan of sleeping.

Shawn walks into our room as I sit up, gaze directed at him. I can't see much in the darkness, but I can make out most of his features.

There's the reason I can't let go. Those eyes that I can get so easily lost in, that crooked smile that can brighten up any day of mine, simply everything about him.

But then I remember how horrible he treats me. "Hi baby," Shawn whispers as he climbs into bed. Alcohol. That's all I smell. "You're disgusting," I scoff as I push away, back towards him.

"What's wrong, princess?" Shawn scoots next to me planting kisses on my neck, our bodies pressed against one another once again.

That's when I lost it.

"What's wrong, Shawn?! Are you blind, or are you just insane?" I get out of bed, turning on the lights. "What do you mean?" He asks.

"You're kidding, right? Night after night, you're out doing some shit. God, who knows what you're doing," I scoff. "Baby, I'm not doing anything," he states, sitting up.

"Alright, but that's not it. When we go somewhere together, you clearly flirt with other girls. I'm forced to sit there and watch, trying not to run out and cry! And again, that's still not all! What do you have to say about that?" I ask.

"I-uh... It's because-"

I let out cruel laugh, my eyes narrowing. "There's no explanation for your stupid actions, Shawn."

"Babe, please forgive me and stay," he pleads. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I shout, sarcastically. "I forgot that I only exist when you need something!"

He sighs, "How did I even hurt you?" Is he serious?

"Jesus, Shawn! For crying out loud, do you not understand? When someone says that they're in pain because of you, you don't get to decide if you hurt them or not," I say.

I grab my stuff. I'm about ready to leave.

"So - I guess you hate me now, huh?" Shawn asks, head down. I slowly drop my stuff, walking towards the bed and sitting next to him.

"I don't hate you. I'm just a little disappointed that you turned into something you said you'd never be." I sigh. I'm a little more calmed now, seeing as he's finally realized what he's done.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry. I really hope you know that," he mumbles.

"It's alright, Shawn. I'm not one of those people that just walk out and never talk to the other again."

"And I understand," I say. "You fell out of love, and I kind of did, too. This is probably the best for the both of us." I stand again.

"Yeah," Shawn says, getting up as well. I pick up my bag of belongings again, feeling somewhat upset that this is what's happening. What I said was the truth, though. This is the best thing to do right now.

Shawn walks toward me and hugs me one more time. I felt relieved that we got off on a good note.

"That was a friendly hug?" I laugh, as it came out more of a question than a statement. "Yeah, yeah. I know," he replies.

"Bye, Shawn," I say, a single tear dropping. He waves at me as a walk out.

I arrive at my car, hopping inside and driving to my friend's house. She'll be annoyed, but she'll have to deal with me. I quietly laugh to myself.

I glance at the little green digital numbers on my dashboard. Almost 2 in the morning.

I sigh as I continue the drive. I know you'll find everything you want someday, Shawn.

My first kiss, my first date, my first love. You may forget me, but I'll never forget you.