shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

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isabella's pov

"why do you keep coming home late, shawn?" i question as he stumbled tiredly through the front door.

"i'm at the studio, recording a second album! why do you ask me that every time i come home?" shawn snaps, putting down his bag, "do you think i'm cheating on you or something?"

i shook my head, "i miss you shawn! you're gone when i wake up and back when i'm asleep, i never see you!" i replied, my hands gripping the island tightly.

"it's not my fault i have a damn career, isabella!" shawn threw his hands in the hair.

"i understand that you have a career but i miss you! do you not understand that?" i asked, a tear running down my cheek.

"i do, but it is not like i can change that," shawn said, shaking his head, "you knew what my career was like when we first got together and now is when you start to complain, three years later? unbelievable."

"god, you are such an ass," i croaked, looking down at the ground, "i can't even believe that you would say that."

"if i had of known that marriage would be like this with you," shawn said, his voice low and raspy, "i wouldn't have proposed to you."

that hurt.

i looked back up at him as tears left my eyes. 

did shawn actually wish that he never proposed to me? all throughout our relationship, we have been nothing but happy with one another. was all of that just an act?

with a shaking hand, i slipped off the engagement ring that shawn put on my finger not to long ago. i heard shawn sigh as i placed it on the marble countertop, but i was unable to look him in the eye.

"you know i didn't mean that," he said, his voice now soft rather then loud, "baby-"

"you can't say something like that and not mean it," i say, a sob shaking through me, "there's no way someone can be that cruel." i turned on my heel and ran up to our shared bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

i didn't mean for things to escalate like they did, it's just shawn is always at the studio recording or on tour. i really missed him.

his cuddles.

his kisses.

his hugs.

him.

i couldn't help but cry into my hands, becoming overwhelmed at the thought of not having a relationship with shawn. 

we've been arguing a lot lately, but I thought we could push past it and stay strong. i never thought he would have regretted proposing to me.

i heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. i stood up from the floor and sat on the bed, ignoring him. the door opened and shawn came in, shutting it softly behind him. his eye were on the floor, and he was nervously fiddling with his hands.

i felt the bed dip from his weight and his hand on my shoulder.

"isabella, you know i didn't mean that. i'm so sorry i snapped at you, i was - am - such an idiot. i never ever regret asking you to marry me, and i never will. i am so stressed and tired i took it out on you, which was wrong," shawn said, tears leaving his bloodshot eyes.

"it really hurt," i whispered, "when you said that. also, i didn't think you were cheating on me. i wouldn't accuse you of that." 

"i know," shawn said, his head dipped, "i'm the worst boyfriend ever. i don't deserve to have you, or anyone."

"did you mean it, truly? just be straight with me, because if you aren't happy then we can just end it now," i said, my heart wrenching with every word spoken.

shawn's eyes grew wide, "no, not in a million years. i don't know what i would do without you, nor do i know why i said that i wished i never proposed to you." his bottom lip began to quiver, his eyes filling with tears, "i can't lose you."

i met his gaze, "i'm giving you another chance, shawn, but only one."

"one more chance is all i need to prove that i can be the best husband ever," shawn said, pulling the ring from his pocket and getting down on one knee, "that i can treat you the way you deserve."

i bit my lip and looked down at him.

"will you marry me?" he asked, his hands noticeably trembling 

i nodded and cracked a small smile as he slipped the ring back onto my finger, sitting down beside me and pulling me onto his lap. our eyes locked and he brought his hands to my cheeks, leaning in and kissing me.

"i love you so much, isabella, i am so sorry," shawn said, his arms holding my body close to his

"it's okay, shawn, i love you too."

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