Shawn Mendes Imagines

I Dont Care Anymore

Shawn and I have been fighting for the past few weeks, but today, he recalls ticked me off. Here's what happened:

*flashback*

I heard the door shut and Shawn walk into the living room. I was watching some Family Guy while gnawing at a pop tart. Then Shawn sat next to me.

"Hi babe, how was work?" I ask. He then glares at me. So I glare back.

"Awful. Can we just watch TV?" He says and turns his head back to the TV. I glare at him. What is up with him?

"Are you mad at me for something?" I ask. He looks at me with a confused look.

"No? Why would I be mad?" He says.

"Because you don't want to talk about your day at work and you just seemed pissed." I say and take another bite out of my pop tart.

"I just had a bad day, okay? Better?" He says with a look on his face that made me so god damn aggravated.

"No, it's not. Why don't you talk about it so you're not all uptight." I suggest. But that was a bad decision.

"Why would I need to talk about it? Why can't I just come home to peace? God damn." He says and moves his hair out of his face. I give him a pissed off look.

"I just want to make sure I can enjoy my time with you here without you being all pissed about shit that happened at work, so sorry for actually caring." I say and get up to go to my bedroom to give him the "peace" he needs.

I walk into my room and flop onto my bed. I grab my pillow and grasp it with a strong grip. Once I got my anger out, I turned our bedroom TV on.

After about 5 minutes, Shawn walked into our bedroom, looking like he was about to explode.

"You wanna fucking talk? Let's talk." He says and turns the TV off. I sit up on the bed and wait for him to speak.

"I would like to be able to come home to peace and quiet and just be able to relax, especially after I've had a bad day. But no, you want to disrupt that. So now I'm stressing out about work and having to deal with your bullshit." He says. It set me off.

"My bullshit? I was worrying about you. I was asking how your day was so you could actually be able to fucking relax, so my bullshit? Nuh uh. In fact, every god damn day I'm dealing with YOUR bullshit." I say. I'm now standing up, we're both on opposite sides of the bedroom.

"That's really how you feel?" He says, his face filled with rage.

"Yes! Thats how I fucking feel! It's not a Shawn gets to talk about his shit, but I can't type of relationship. I should be able to speak how I feel too." I say.

"God you're a fucking bitch." He says, combing his hair with his fingers. I glare deeply, tears filling my eyes.

"You know what, if I'm such a bitch, maybe I should leave." I say and head for the closet for a suitcase.

"Good." He mumbles. Tears then start to stream down my face. Have you ever had that feeling where your heart just broke because you had lost the one you had loved for such a long time? And there's nothing you could do about it? Yeah, that's what's happening right now.

I set the suitcase down on the bed and start to pack. And in between tears I managed to say "good, glad we're mutual about this. Because I don't care anymore." And with that, my bag was finished and I started to head out the door.

"(Y/N), stop." But I didn't listen. He chased me out of the room, but I didn't let him stop me. I was tired. I was tired of this relationship. I was tired of the fighting, and I was tired of breaking. I need to get the hell away from the thing tats breaking me most. And right now, it's this relationship.

"(Y/N) do you really not care? You've just lost, everything?" He says. I was a second away from the door. But I turned around.

"Clearly you have, so why should I?" I shrug. Tears had stained my cheeks. 5 years, down the drain. Of course it's going to hurt.

"I haven't lost love for you. I will always love you (Y/N), please, please don't leave." He says. He then starts to cry. I knew he meant it. But I couldn't stay. I need to go. It's what is better for me and him.

"I can't Shawn. I'm sorry." I say. My eyes were blurry now from how much I was crying.

"Please." His voice crack and he falls to the floor.

"I'm a god damn fuck up. I'm sorry for wasting your time (Y/N)." He says. I cry harder.

"You're not a fuck up Shawn. We just aren't meant for each other." I say. I pick him up from the floor.

"We just, need to separate." I say, crying a little too hard. He was crying a lot too. His cheeks were burning red and wet with tears. I leaned in and kissed him once more. It was passionate, mainly because we knew it would be our last.

"I have to go." I say and head for the door. I open it, and just before closing it, I turn around. I look at him. He wasn't looking. He couldn't. I wouldn't be able to watch someone leave me. I looked at the counter, a picture of Shawn and I one Christmas together. We looked so happy. I grab it and head out the door.

I get into my car and start to cry. I couldn't focus. I was crying really hard. But I have to. I have to leave. After calming myself down, I start my engine and head out of the driveway. Goodbye Shawn.

(A/N): well that was depressing.

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