Shawn Mendes Imagines

Broken

"Why would you ever do that?!" I yell at Shawn tears streaming down my face.

"He hit you in the face!" he tried to explain.

"He is my boyfriend and he loves me. You have no right to beat him up for no reason."

"He hurt you and yes, I have the right because you are my best friend and I will protect you with everything I've got."

"You don't understand," I lowered my voice, "he promised not to do that again. It was my fault and he snapped. It was an accident. I love him."

"It isn't the first time he has physically hurt you. And it isn't your fault. He is psychotic and aggressive. He is dangerous," Shawn slowly walked over to me.

"You're wrong! He isn't dangerous. Now that you hurt him he will be so mad at me and this time it's your fault!" I pushed him away.

"How can you accuse me for saving your ass and making it clear to him not to hurt you anymore! He doesn't deserve you."

"You don't know anything about him so shut the hell up! You fucked everything up. I hate you!" I yelled, my voice cracking saying the last words.

His face showed sadness and I immediatly regretted my words. "How can you be so blind? I am trying to help and protect you," he said.

"I don't understand why are you so protective. Me and my boyfriends' relationship is none of your business. Are you jealous?" I came to a realisation.

He didn't say anything at first, looking down at his shoes. He groaned loudly and stretched his hands behind his neck. He turned around sitting on a coffee table next to him.

"Maybe it's that I-," his voice cracked and he didn't finish the sentence. He rested his head on his palms and exhaled loudly.

"You what?" I was losing my patience.

He looked up at me for a second, eyes glowing from upcoming tears.

"It's that I'm in love with you," he murmured.

I felt empty inside, Shawn's words repeating in my head. I was weak, how didn't I think about it earlier. He had taken care of me all these time and I hadn't even thanked him for it.

He had stood up from the table and was now walking towards me.

" y/n, I can explain," he whispered.

"I need fresh air," I said turning around and running out of the house, Shawn calling my name behind me.

I ran down the street until my legs couldn't bare the pressure. I stopped for a minute, examinizing the surroundings and decided to walk over to a childrens playground next to the street. Hoping Shawn didn't follow me I looked back, seeing no one behind or near me. I needed alone time to figure things out.

I sat on a red plastic swing buring my face into my hands letting the tears burst out. I didn't know what to do. Shawn had always been there for me, comforted me when I got heartbroken, supported me when I needed help and congratted me when I accomplished something. He's like air that I can't live without, he is my best friend, more like a brother and I had never thought of him like someone I'd love as a boyfriend. He was doing everything for me just because he genuinely loved me.

With my boyfriend, Jake, it was different. We did things together that couples do and I loved him like a boyfriend. Despite all the bad things he did to me I couldn't break up with him. But his love can never overweight the honest love Shawn has for me. I was so blind and careless. Jake is a big mistake. Shawn was the one for me. He would always be there for me. I know that. But now I have hurt him too, maybe even for a thousandth time.

I can't imagine what he felt when he saw me with other guys. I would never be able to mend his broken heart. I had shattered it into million peaces. I can't keep hurting him even if it means I would broke my own heart. I need to leave, he has to start over, I have to start over. There's just one thing I have to do.

I stood up, walking back to the house. Opening the door I saw Shawn standing in the middle of the hallway eyes red and puffy.

"Look I'm sorry. Can we just forget about it and-" I didn't let him finish the sentence and stormed at him cutting him off with a kiss.

I kissed him fiercely sliding my hands through his soft brown hair. He grabbed me by my waist holding me tightly against him. His lips touching mine over and over again sent butterflies flying around in my stomach. I hadn't felt such a strong feeling before and wanted it to last forever. It felt so right but at the same time so wrong. I pulled off, letting a tear fall down my cheek. The words I was about to say hurt so much.

"I need to leave," I breathed out, "we can't keep doing this, I can't keep hurting you," I looked up, in his gold brown eyes.

"No, what are you talking about?" He looked shocked, searching for an answer in my eyes.

I took his hands off of me and stepped a few steps back.

"It's for the best," I whispered. He would find out later.

He remained silent, the shock in his face seemed to grow.

I left the house, closing the door before he could say anything.

Now we were just another two broken kids in the world.

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