Shawn Mendes Imagines

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(Y/N POV)

As I make my way home from a long day of work, I stop to get take out. Shawn rarely cooks anymore. It's been distant lately with his music and my editor spot for a magazine. We never see each other anymore. Only at night when he gets home.

I get home taking off my heels in the big apartment Shawn and I share. I see his shoes aren't here which means he's still at work; like always.

I change into comfortable clothes and walk to kitchen to eat my dinner. As I'm finishing, I look at the clock and see that it's almost 10. Shawn should be home already.

  He's probably just working on a new song. It's always music before anything else. I heavily sigh, getting up and putting the leftovers in the fridge. Shawn probably ate already because it's so late.

  I get in the couch with my laptop and begin working as I wait for my fiancé to come home. We've been distant but it doesn't mean that I don't care about him. I still love him with all my heart.

An hour passes and it's almost 12. What happens if he got hurt? I start getting. worried so I text him.

(Y/N): Hey Shawn it's getting late, text me please

I send it putting my pone down. Now all I have to is wait.

Another hour passes and my fingernails are no longer visible. I hear the doorbell jiggle, then the door swings open with Shawn leaning against the door frame barely able to hold himself up.

He's been drinking. When Shawn drinks he tends to get mad a lot. I rush off the couch to catch him before he falls forward. As I'm holding him up, he reeks of alcohol. I also smell some perfume that isn't a familiar smell as to what I use. I scrunch my nose up and back my head away a bit.

"Cmon Shawn." I say struggling to keep him up. We finally get to the couch and he falls on his back groaning and mumbling some incoherent words.

"Shawn why didn't you answer my text? I was worried sick about you, I thought you got hurt." I seethe trying to keep calm.

" Because I with with the boys (Y/N). I need to let loose a little." He slurs slumping into the couch even more.

  " Why didn't you come home and we could have gone to a movie or something Shawn . We have had 'us' time in a while." I growl standing in front of a drunken Shawn.

" Calm down (Y/N) we went on a date a week ago." He mumbles.

" That was 2 months ago Shawn." I exclaim throwing my hands up. As I look at him there's a purple blotch on his neck.

" What is that on your neck Shawn?
  He doesn't answer and his breathing gets slower. Shawn's fallen asleep. I heavily sigh for what feels like the 10th time tonight and sit next to him. I take off his jacket to examine the hickey knowing that another pair of lips besides mine created that love bite on him.

  It makes my heart break knowing that he's been with another girl instead of with his fiancé.

  My sadness gets replaced with anger as I shake Shawn awake determined to get an answer even if he's wasted right now.

  Shawn stirs on the couch until his eyes squint open telling me his awake.

  "Shawn , what is a hickey doing on your neck?" I ask calmly trying not to lose it.

  "Oh that, Lauren made it." Shawn shrugs nonchalantly.

  "Another girl, you were with another girl?" I growl as I stand up crossing my arms squeezing my biceps.

   "Yea she was great (Y/N), better than you ever were." He chuckles now fully awake.

  My eyes don't stop producing tears as my knees feel weak.

  "Shawn you don't mean that." I whisper as my voice cracks.

   "I do (Y/N)." Shawn replies getting up and heading to our shared bedroom leaving me crying on the floor.

  "if she was better why don't you marry her." I yell but comes out as barely a mumble.

(SHAWN 'S POV) betcha didn't see that coming ;))

  I woke up in my bed fully dressed in last nights clothes and a massive headache. I groan and roll over to the side that (Y/N) sleeps on to see that she's not there.

  She's never awake before me. She was never really a morning person.

  "(y/n) probably just in the living room or kitchen." I mutter to myself getting up, groaning in the process. I get to the bathroom to see if she's there but nothing.

  After washing myself and dressing into fresh clothes, I walk into the living room to see nothing.

   I start to get worried and rush to the kitchen to see if her keys are still here.

  Going to the key rack, her keys are gone and so are half her shoes. My heart beasts faster each second as I run to the closet to see if her clothes are there.

  Nothing, 3/4 of her clothes are gone and so are her suitcases.

  "What happened last night?" I say out loud. It must have been bad. My eyes starts watering even thinking that (y/n) left me. Even if I don't see her very often, there's a reason why I asked her to marry me: I love her with all I have. She's everything to me, I know I don't show it a lot but she probably knows that I love her, right?

  I walk to her side of her bed and see the things that breaks me; her engagement ring. I burst into tears and break down in the floor. She left me.

" no no no no." I say to myself as I get up and look at the ring. Underneath it was a note.

  "give this to someone that you really love. I hope you and Lauren are happy."
       love,
                (Y/N)

Then it all comes rushing down on me. The incident that happened yesterday night. When I told (y/n) that Lauren and I had sex. We were at a bar and I was stress, I took one too many shots and drinks. She comes on me and next thing you know we are in the restroom doing it.

  "Oh that, Lauren made it." I say referring to the hickey.

"Another girl, you were with another girl?" she hisses as tears drop from her face to the wooden floor.

  "She was great (Y/N), better than you ever were." I say as I get up and wobble to the room.

  "you don't mean that." I hear her say and right as I begin to close the door she barely whispers "if she was better why don't you marry her?" That's when everything went black.

  I cry even more knowing that she hates me and probably wants nothing to do with me ever again.

   My crying turns into anger as I punch the mirror in front of her bedside and the wall. My knuckles are bleeding and cut up but I don't care. I just lost he love of my life.

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