Shawn Mendes Imagines

56: Bad boy image Part 1

Y/N's POV:

"Shawn, please." I mutter, pushing his hands off me. He smirks, pulling me right back into him.

"What's wrong, baby doll?" He bites his lip, grabbing at my upper thighs.

"I don't like this." I complain. A loud whistle comes from behind us, adding fuel to Shawn's fire. He pushes me lightly against the wall and begins to grind his hips into mine, kissing and sucking at my neck harshly.

"They do." His warm breath tickles my neck, something I normally enjoy.

"Get off." I raise my voice and push against his chest.

"Calm down, baby." He replies, grabbing my wrist.

"Ow, Shawn you're hurting me, please." I yell. Laughter fills the living room as Shawn's friends watch with bottles of beer in their hands, as drunk as humanly possible.

Even though Shawn didn't have anything to drink, he's acting as if he had an entire twelve pack.

"Shut up." He growls, bucking his hips harder. I try to jerk away one last time before he reaches up and slaps my cheek. Tears flood into my eyes and I yank my hand out of Shawn's grasp to cup my cheek.

"I- Oh, Y/N." He murmurs, his face softening. He pulls away from me and I take my chance to grab my purse off the floor and bolt out of the front door. Sobs begin to rack my body as I reach my car. He's going to have to find another place to stay tonight, because I'm not coming to pick him up. And he sure as hell isn't going to stay in my apartment with me.

"Y/N, wait please!" He calls from behind me. I don't look back, climbing in the car and locking the door behind me. He reaches the car as I turn it on, his breath fogging up the glass on my window. I back out of the driveway with out thinking about it and speed off.

My phone begins to ring from inside my purse, but I ignore it. It finally stops as I pull into a parking space at my apartment. I rush inside the building and upstairs, not wanting anyone to see me crying. I end up in my room where I collapse on my bed in a fit of sobs.

About half an hour later I hear the door to my apartment open. I push myself off the bed.

"Y/N?" It's Shawn.

"Go away, jerk." I demand, stepping out into the hallway.

"Oh thank god, I thought you had... Never mind. I'm sorry-"

"No. Save it. How'd you get in?"

"I have a key."

Crap.

"Whatever. Go away."

"I swear, that wasn't me back there. I didn't mean to act like that."

"No, you're right. That wasn't you. Wait, let me guess. You just had to act like that in front of your friends so you can keep that bad boy image, right? Well let me tell you, Shawn. That stuff isn't going to work for me. Your clothes and stuff will be in front of my door by 10 tomorrow morning. Leave." I lean against my door frame. He looks hurt, but he tosses his key onto the table next to the door, and walks out of my apartment, the door slamming behind him.

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A/N

Dang, Shawn's rude in this one... What am I doing?

QOTD: Celebrity crush (besides Shawn)?

AOTD: I have to say Josh Hutcherson. And it's not just because he's from Kentucky. I mean that helps.