shawn mendes imagines

most wanted

"Shawn, you really need to stop doing this." Soft tears filled my eyes as I spoke, my body gently straddling him. He lay topless underneath me on the hard motel bed, his hands resting on my hips, not in a sexual way, just to feel my skin - it helped him calm down.

"I can't stop." He mumbles, not making eye contact with me, "they're after me everywhere, I like the feeling that they want to look for me."

"Not in a good way though, Shawn!" I yell, getting off of him. My feet hit the floor and I stand up pacing around the room. I stop to look at him. "Shawn Mendes, wanted for being the most known criminal in all of Canada! and even America!"

He stays there, taking in my words. Which was obviously just acting. If you said anything to him about him being a criminal, it'd go through one ear, and out the other. I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks, my body starting trembling as I fell to the ground, sobbing, "How do think I feel? Being the girlfriend of the most known criminal?" My eyes trail down to the delicate gold bracelet on my

"Y/N, you didn't have to come with me," He says, no emotion evident in his voice.

"Yes, I did! I'm the one keeping you sane!" My voice echoes through the empty motel.

He's quiet as usual, getting up from the bed, he grabs a bag and pulls out a small ring, tossing it to me before grabbing the bag and draping it over his shoulder. That's all he had at the moment, the rest he hid.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to marry me." He bites his lip, "But we don't have to."

"Take the ring," I place it in his hands, "I don't want something that isn't even mine."

And with that, he leaves. A part of my body feels numb and sad, but a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I wasn't sure where to go, but wherever I went, I would be happy without him.

this could've been better sigh. i kinda wanna make this a fanfic ha
-luna xo