Shawn Mendes Imagines

Not Your Only

A/N: listen to Just a Little Bit of Your Heart by Ariana Grande for all the feels (;

Rain began to beat against the window of our New York City apartment, forcing me to snuggle up further into the warmth of the black satin bedsheets. Thick clouds rolled over the sky and merely minutes later the loud roar of thunder shook the skies. Hours felt like years as they passed by, leaving me alone to wait for Shawn in the darkness of our bedroom.

Soon enough, the jangle of his keys was audible from abaft the bedroom door, and my heart raced with both disappointment and excitement. Just like the last few weekends, Shawn had canceled our plans this Saturday night, abandoning me for what I continually forced myself to believe was the studio.

The door was pushed open as I pulled the sheets down enough to see his remorseless brown eyes and tousled hair accompanied by the familiar red marks dancing across his milky skin, mocking me. They trailed down his neck, soon being hidden behind the white of his dress shirt, sleeves scrunched to his elbows.

I thought I had mustered up the courage to open my mouth, yet nothing but a simple breath of the tense air surrounding us had fled my lips. The brunette ran his palms through his thick mop of hair, smiling to himself. His fingers lingered in his brown locks before delving down into his pocket to toss his phone on the dresser. The buttons on his shirt were next to go, revealing his chiseled skin adorned with the faintest lipstick stains. His pants followed, creating a pool at his ankles which he immediately stepped out of, only to be left in nothing but a pair of tight briefs.

He must think I'm sleeping, I thought to myself, silently watching as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. Although the lights were off, he and I could both see his reflection, yet at the same time we each perceived differing images. In his dark eyes he was perfection, playing two women at once, but in my heavy eyes he was a monster whom I could not seem to let go of.

He stood in front of the glass, admiring the way he appeared after a night out with his mistress, fingers grazing over her remnant red signature. And in his mind replayed the way she touched him with her delicate painted fingernails and the way her cherry-red lips formed a perfect O when leaving kisses on his neck.

Shawn made his way over to the bed and instantly I closed my eyes, the mattress dipping down from his weight. He smelled of flowers and vanilla, certainly a contrast to his usual musky scent.

I watched as his breathing slowed down and his eyelids fluttered shut in the most tranquil state, leaving me alone with the bruising love bites on his neck who stared back at me in the most menacing manner, reminding me that I was not, and never would be, his only.

Sure, I wasn't his only, but I heard a little love was better than none.

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-Rebecca