shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

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shawn mendes imagines
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lorain's pov

"shawn, i'm running to the store, okay?" i say, going into the living room where shawn sat on the couch.

he gave me a small nod, getting up and kissing me goodbye before i slipped out the front door. lately, shawn has been very quiet. he rarely talks and if he does, it's mumbled. i didn't know what was bothering him, but i knew that there was something on his mind.

i got to the store, bought what i needed and went back home. when i arrived, i planned to sit with shawn until he told me what was wrong.

when i pulled in the driveway, something hit me.

it was a feeling that i couldn't quite describe, but i knew something wasn't right. uneasiness rocked me as i got out of the car, grabbing the bags and proceeding up the pathway. i stepped inside and hung my keys on the key rack, glancing in the living room to where shawn was when i left.

the sight made me drop what i was holding.

he was on the couch with his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking. his phone was on the floor, face down, almost as if he threw it. i could hear his sobs, causing my heart to lurch. i ran over to him and dropped to my knees in front of him, gently grabbing his shaking wrists in my hands.

"shawn, baby, what's wrong? what happened?" i asked frantically upon seeing my sobbing boyfriend on the couch, "hey, it's okay. everythings okay."

he couldn't even get a word out before a cry rippled through his body.

"shawn, please tell me what happened," i said quietly, feeling my heart pounding rapidly in my chest.

his cheeks were flushed red and tears made trails down face.

"the h-hate lorain, i-i can't t-take it anymore," he sputtered, tears spilling from his eyes, "i can't t-take it."

that's all he could say as i stood up and pulled his shaking body into my arms. he wrapped his arms around my waist and cried onto my shoulder, mumbling incoherent words.

"baby, i never knew you were getting hate. how come you never told me?" i asked, tears burning in the back of my eyes at the sight of shawn's state.

"it w-was never this bad, i-it all went d-downhill today. it all got worse," he trailed off, closing his eyes as more tears trickled down his cheeks.

i glanced over to his phone and grabbed it, a now large crack on the screen. when i unlocked it, i was already on twitter, and the hateful comments aimed at shawn were there to greet me.

these twitter names are fake

@ohmydolan: @shawnmendes i wouldn't care if you just died..

@inlovewithmatt: @shawnmendes you are such a failure. i mean, i liked your vines but everything that's happened since that has sucked..

@yoirsroy: @shawnmendes you don't deserve to be on island, i bet they will drop you.

@hopelessfordallas: @shawnmendes your so pathetic, it's funny.

@emoespinosa: @shawnmendes why is everything you make now a days a disappointment?

i couldn't read anymore, as the comments went on and on, getting worse and worse.

i looked back up at shawn, and seen his gaze on the floor. his teeth were pushed so hard into his bottom lip, i thought i may draw blood. i put down his phone and hugged him, but i also cried. i cried because i knew there was nothing that i could physically or mentally do to take the pain away from him.

"shhh," i cooed, "baby you're going be alright. it's going to get better, i promise."

i could feel him balling up the material of my shirt into his fist as he let out another cry.

"maybe i am a pathetic failure," he said quietly, looking at me with sorrow in his eyes, "maybe andrew should just drop me."

"you are not a failure, you are far from it. you are selling out arenas, you have an amazing team and you have fans that love you, not all of your fans are like that. those people definitely aren't your fans, because the real you isn't pathetic, or a failure," i said quietly, brushing my thumbs over his cheek bones that were sticky with tears, "it takes a real fan to see that."

"i-i feel like i don't have anymore r-real fans," he sniffled, "if i'm s-such a failure, maybe i shouldn't s-sing anymore."

the statement made my heart stop.

"shawn," i cooed, "no, no, you have so many caring fans that love you and look up to you. imagine how sad they would be if you threw all of your career away just because some people don't like you?"

he said nothing, looking at anything except my eyes.

"how about we go lay down, yeah?" insuggest, seeing exhaustion and pain written on his face.

he nodded and we stood up, walking to our room. we climbed the stairs and entered our room, and shawn instantly laid down. i laid down too, and his arm found my waist, wrapping around it and holding me close. i grabbed a nearby blanket with my freehand and covered both of us, then snuggling into his side.

"thanks lor," he said quietly, "you always know how to help...."

i looked up at him and kissed him softly, feeling him kiss back instantly. when i pulled away, he smiled slightly.

"i hate seeing you upset, shawn," i said.

"i know you do, i'm sorry," shawn said quietly.

"don't be sorry, but next time this happens, always know you can come to me," i say, feeling him squeeze my hand.

"i will, i love you lorain," shawn said, his voice remaining quiet as he finally began to recover from what happened earlier.

i looked up at him, "i love you too."

after a while, he fell asleep. i took the opportunity to grab my phone and open up twitter, tweeting:

@yoitslorain: i would just like to thank whoever is sending shawn constant hate and making him want to give up everything he has worked for. some of you need to think about how words effect people before you say them. rather than putting someone you dislike down and hurting them through online harassment, simply ignore them.

today was shawn's first day with such negativity, and he didn't handle it well. i hope he realizes who his true fans are. also, that regardless of what is said about him, i'll always be his number one fan.

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