Shawn Mendes Imagines

Treat You Better

(I received a request to write an imagine based on Shawn's new song "Treat You Better," so here it is! Thank you to the reader who requested it! I hope you enjoy ❤️)

(Shawn's Point of View)

Although I wore the hood of my sweater over my head, I used my History textbook to shield myself from the heavy rain that poured as I ran across the school's parking lot to my Jeep. I unlocked the truck and quickly jumped in, shivering after shutting the door behind me. The loud pitter-patter of the rain filled the silence in the vehicle as I threw my backpack and textbook in the backseat. It fell on the leather seats with a thud, as my backpack was filled with a large amount of work I had to have completed for tomorrow's classes. I sighed, as I pulled the hood off of my head. It had been a long school day.

I pulled the seat belt over my body before starting the vehicle. I left it on park, as I let the wipers on the windshield wipe the continuous drops of water off from the glass. My view through the windshield was clear now, so much so that I could spot my best friend across the parking lot. I leaned forward in my seat and I squinted my eyes, making sure it was Y/N. It was her. Despite the rain, she stood outside next to her boyfriend's truck. Her boyfriend, stood in front of her. A mixed emotion consisting mostly of hatred and a fragment of jealousy welled up within me. I was not jealous of him, as I did not want to be anything like him. I did not want his immaturity, his temper, his selfishness, his inconsiderate mindset, or anything that made him who he was; a jerk. But, I was jealous of one thing that he had; Y/N. It frustrated me, that she was with him, because I knew that I could treat her better than he ever could.

He looked angry. He used large hand gestures and it appeared as though he was yelling. He took a step towards Y/N, causing one of my hands to instinctively rest on my seat belt and the other to grab on the handle of the door. He grabbed her elbow, but she forcefully pulled it out of his grasp. Y/N turned around, and through her hood I could make out the expression on her face. She was upset. Then, she walked away from him. If only it stayed that way. He wasn't good to her, but Y/N could never leave him. I didn't understand it, and I don't think she did herself. When they fought, he wasn't there to comfort her. I was, every time. She deserved better than him.

He followed close behind her, but when she turned back around to face him he was forced to stop. She pushed on his chest, causing him to stumble back. She turned away again. He waved a hand and shook his head, before turning away himself and getting into his truck.
Y/N began walking in the direction she would take if she were walking home. There was no way I was letting her walk home, especially in this weather. I had to honk twice for her to acknowledge my Jeep. When she realized it was me, she ran over to my truck and got in. She shut the door behind her, and she didn't say a thing. She kept quiet and avoided eye contact. The only sounds she made were the pulling and click of her seat belt. Just as she did, I stayed quiet. Now, the only sounds were made by the rain. I could not see her face, as her hood hid it from me. God, her face was beautiful. Before I could lose myself in my thoughts of her, Y/N decided to speak up.

"How long have you been sitting here?" She asked, referring to this parking space and my clear view of where his truck had been. I could hear in her voice her failed attempt of masking her true emotions.
"Long enough," I mumbled, "to know that you and him are fighting again." Then, she broke down. She lowered her chest to her knees and placed her hands over her face, as loud sobs escaped her lips. It broke my heart to see her heartbroken. I placed a hand on her back, rubbing it in circular motions.
"Please," she sobbed after a minute, "Please, just take me home."
I hesitantly pulled my hand away from her back, and put the truck in reverse.

Within five short minutes, I had pulled up to the driveway of her house. I put the truck in park and shut off the ignition. Y/N remained in her crouched position, but her once loud sobs were now only silent tears. Outside, the heavy rain had calmed to a light drizzle.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, being the first to speak since she had asked me to take her home.
"No Shawn," she said with irritation as she sat up, "I'm already embarrassed having to cry to you every time this happens."
After her reply, another sob escaped her lips.
"You don't have to be embarrassed with me," I said, wanting to make sure she knew that I wanted to be there for her. That I, wanted to be the guy to care for her.
"You know that." I said.
Y/N stayed quiet, and finally pulled the hood off of her head. She rested her head on the headrest of the seat and stared blankly out of the windshield in front of her.

"Do you really want to be with him?" I mumbled, causing her to look over at me. I had to wait a few seconds for her answer.
"Yes." She mumbled back, though just by looking at her face I could tell that she wasn't a hundred percent certain with her answer. I looked away from her and could not help but shake my head.
"I don't think he's right for you." I admitted. It was as if I had no filter.
"Then who is Shawn?" She asked, as tears began to fall from her eyes again.
"Me," I blurted out, "I can treat you better than he can."
"I know I can treat you better," I admitted, "and you do to."
She turned her head to look back out the windshield, it was as if she hadn't I would be able to see the truth in her eyes. She knew that I was better for her.

She stayed quiet, so I used the silence to continue.
"I just don't understand why you are wasting your time with him, when you should be with me instead." I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. Y/N turned her head back to look at me, and her eyes stared right back into mine.
"It's not like you ever asked me to be with you instead." She replied, becoming slightly defensive.
"But, you have always known that I loved you as more than a friend," I chuckled, "And . . . I am now." I said.
"This could be so different." I smiled, as I thought of a relationship that actually kept her happy. I noticed a small smile pulling at the one corner of her lips that I could see, while she looked down at her hands in her lap.
"I promise," I reached over for her hand, "I'll never let you down." After grabbing it, she squeezed my hand back.
"I believe you." She replied, looking down at our joined hands.

A few minutes of silence fell over us before I spoke up again.
"Just, tell me what you want to do."
Y/N looked up at me and nodded in response. She leaned over, and placed a quick kiss on my cheek.
"Thank you." She whispered.
She squeezed my hand one last time, before unbuckling her seat belt and jumping out of the truck.

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