Y/n's POV:
"Is it because you're embarrassed?" I give a cold laugh at the end of my question, showing how bitter I'm truly feeling about the situation Shawn and I have gotten ourselves in.
"It's not that," He deadpans, sitting back fully onto the couch with a deep sigh, covering his face with his hands in frustration.
"Then god Shawn what is it?" Anger slowly turns itself into hurt, something that I'm sick of feeling, something that I wish left my world completely but still manages to keep returning again and again.
"I-it's just," Shawn swallows his words that were pushing their way out and removes his hands from his view, running them through his hair, "people are brutal."
"and you don't think I can deal with it? You don't think I don't know that already?" My eyes are burning red with tears and my cheeks are heating, I never really cried in front of Shawn before but I have a feeling that will change tonight.
"Everyone says that Y/n," A small whimper of pain and anger seems to have came from his throat, which pushes me closer to tears, "I even said that but that doesn't mean you're prepared."
Slowly his eyes are glossing over too and now I know that we'll never see eye to eye on this argument.
"You sure it's not because you're embarrassed? Your whole fandom knowing who you're dating? Honestly Shawn it's kind of insulting to know that you don't want to show off our relationship, to show everyone that we love each other." I wipe away my tears quickly before they make their way down my cheek, and stare him dead in his caramel brown eyes.
"I don't want to see people bashing you all the time," Gradually he raises his voice and I can just predict this whole argument is going to go down in flames.
"and I don't want to sneak around with you all the time," This time I actually let my tears go, not being able to muster strength to keep them in.
"You think I like lying to every interviewer?" A groan of frustration fills the room and he presses his eyes to not show weakness, to not show that he cares.
"You don't mind it enough to keep doing it," My breathing becomes labored, and more fat tears are brimming my eyes.
"Just let it be y/n," Shawn gets up from the couch and turns off the TV, having the possibility of us watching our show being completely ruined by the current atmosphere.
"Why would you tell me to let something go that is clearly bothering me?" The whole thought eats away a hole in my heart knowing that he doesn't care enough to try and fix this.
"Because, there's nothing in the near future that will be done. It is what it is, it's my career and I don't need to be messing with it right now." He's no longer sharing the hurt I am, but replacing it with the bitterness I had earlier, and that only feeds the fire of this argument.
"Really Shawn? it is what it is? You had me fooled, I thought you cared more than this."
"I could say the same about you," He looks down at the floor, only a couple feet away from me and closes his eyes, "considering it's my life you're asking me to change, don't think they won't bash on me too, and last I checked that wasn't your place."
and he's right, because he was never mine.
_____________________________________________________________________________________100th imagine!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS BOOK HAS COME A LONG WAY
~Leah
