Shawn Mendes Imagines

Why Did You?

I tossed the magazine down on the wrinkled bedsheets, scoffing at the ridiculous article claiming that Shawn had another girl hanging from his arm and that the two were supposedly sleeping with each other. It's just another publicity stunt, I reminded myself, Shawn's a good guy.

Coincidentally, the front door was pushed open, and I immediately ran to the entrance of our apartment with joy at the sight of my tall, brunette boyfriend, whose hair was a ruffled mess, with a guitar case slung around his shoulder and a suitcase in his right hand.

"Hi, baby!" I grinned excitedly as he returned the gesture, dropping the suitcase and welcoming me with open arms. His mouth met my cheek with a soft peck before moving to my lips as my hands ran through his thick mop of dark hair.

"How's my girl been?" Shawn asked, his face merely millimeters away from mine as I basked in his scent and the warmth of his embrace that I had missed dearly.

"Good," I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder, before noticing a small reddish-purple bruise formed on his smooth skin, "What's this?"

"What's what?" He asked, running his hands up and down the backs of my thighs as I pulled away to gently run my finger over the mark.

"This," I pressed slightly against the discolored skin as he winced slightly, "it's kind of bruising over."

A red flush flooded his cheeks as Shawn moved his hands and held my wrists instead, pulling them to his lips in order to place a gentle kiss on my knuckles, giving me a small chuckle, "Probably from my guitar or something, babe, I'll be fine."

I simply nodded, while grabbing his suitcase from the floor and heading upstairs with it, as Shawn followed close behind.

"Baby," Shawn whined softly, "I can take care of my stuff, don't worry."

"It's okay, babe, you should relax, I'll unpack your stuff," I replied, shaking my head as I entered the room.

I dropped the suitcase onto the hardwood floor once again as Shawn stepped closer to me, his hands reached out for my waist. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead as I leaned upwards to unbutton his jacket. Shawn continued to place kisses along my face, moving from my forehead, to my nose, and finally to my lips, where the time ticked away for a few minutes as we engaged in a short make-out session. Soon enough, Shawn's jacket was off, along with his shirt, leaving him in just a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Go lay down, baby," I pulled away from his lips, my eyes fluttering open, "I'll unpack your suitcase."

Shawn pecked my cheek once more before retreating to the bed. The feeling of his body being greeted with the warmth and comfort of our mattress emitted a soft sigh from his lips.

Unzipping his suitcase, I began to dig through the numerous items, from clothes and shoes to fan art and souvenirs, before something had caught my eye.

"Shawn?" I called, reaching into the mess and retrieving a black and red thong with a small bow on the front, holding it up for him to see, "What the hell is this?"

He remained silent, and I looked up to see him passed out on the bed, sleep deprivation overcoming his body. I got up, slapping his arm harshly as he abruptly woke up, rubbing his eyes, "Ow, baby," he whined, jutting out his bottom lip, "what was that for?"

"Who's thong is this?" I waved the thin material in his face as he squinted before sitting up fully, his face turned red once again.

"T-They're yours, princess, I must've accidentally thrown them in there while packing clothes from the laundry," Shawn shook his head, averting his eyes from the undergarment.

"Shawn," I mumbled quietly, "I think I would recognize them if they were mine."

"Babe, come on," Shawn sighed, reaching out for my hand before I yanked it away, rolling my eyes.

Instantly, the numerous magazine articles I had perceived to be false flooded into my mind. It had seemed as though these reporters knew Shawn better than me.

"It's her's, isn't it?" I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek. I was quick to wipe it away with the back of my hand.

"Princess, come on, don't- "

"Tell me it isn't her's, Shawn. Tell me you haven't been fucking her behind my back," I cried out. "Tell me you loved me enough to stay faithful."

He stayed silent, staring downwards as if his answer was inscribed into the dark wood of our bedroom floor.

"And that's a hickey, isn't it?" I pointed a finger at his neck as he buried his face into his palms, tears now streaming down my cheeks relentlessly, "She kissed you there, didn't she? And you let her do it, didn't you?"

"(Y/n) - "

"Why'd you do it, Shawn?" I shook my head in anger and sadness, staring at the boy who had once made me the happiest I had ever been, "You always told me I was all you ever wanted. You promised I would always be all you ever wanted. So why'd you do it?"

"I-I don't know!" He shouted, picking his head up from out of his hands. His eyes were bright red, tears dripping down his cheeks, lips quivering, "I don't know."

"I'll tell you why," I bit down on my lip, shoving the lacy undergarment into his bare chest, "It's because you don't love me. You never have."

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shawn crying makes me sad bye

-Rebecca