Shawn Mendes Imagines

Fake Hate

Shawns POV

"Bye Shawn." She hugged me gently and grabbed her bag.

"Bye."

She walked out the door. And I smiled to myself. I walked downstairs and my smile was quickly replaced when I saw my frustrated sister sitting at the bar.

"Whats wrong sis?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.

"A girl called."

"Who?" I asked.

"Y/N. She said she never wanted to talk to you again," My sister replied, her attention focused on her book. My stomach dropped.

"What?" I asked, keeping my cool. As my hands felt cold anyways.

Unlike our lips did when we kissed.

Because every kiss was heated with passion and desire.

What did I do?

"She asked for you and I said you were with a girl and she that and hung up."

"Aaliyah," I started, "why did you tell her that?!" She glanced up at me.

"Because she was one of your little toys wasn't she?" She didn't let me protest as she went on. "She sounded nice and didn't seem like she knew so yes I told her. She deserved to."

I didn't say anything. I just shook my head.

"What? It isn't my fault you can't your lips to one girl." I snapped at her after she sneered that.

"Shut up Aaliyah! Don't think you know my situation cause you don't!" I shouted. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Sometimes I don't know if you are stupid or so obsessed with your own self in your mind," She fired back and walked to her room. I stormed outside. The clouds couldn't match the clouds in my head. I kicked a rock down the sidewalk as I stuck my hands as deep into my pockets as my heart was into the abyss of haterd and confusion.

Every step felt like I was trudging through deep mud. Dragging myself along. Every step with a heavy fall with a slow and painful rise. I gulped as I stomped down the street. My hands sweaty with the anger building in my bones. All the issues and decisions and breaks. All of these things were swirled into one mass tornado of hurt. And I was in wind, being tossed around.

Y/N was my calming. The thing that made the spinning stop. And the thing that made everything still except them. The world focused on her, blurring all of my problems. She was the eye of the storm. My storm.

What am I even doing with my life?

I glanced around me. Brick wall, street, trees and lawns.

Normal.

So why can't I be normal?

I leaned up against the cool brick. Closing my eyes.

This is too much. Way too much. I don't even know what I am supposed to do. What is the right thing to even do anymore?

I felt anger surge through me. And I started to walk again.

This time though, I had a place I was going.

Your POV

"Come on Y/N. There are plenty of great things in life. Excluding the guy."

She always referred to him as the guy now. I never understood why. Probably because she has so much not respect for him she won't even say his own name. I sighed and looked down. Flipping my skateboard in my hands.

My best friend says the best place for happiness is the biggest hang out place in town, or the skatepark.

"Yeah I know. I know," I shrugged her scowls off. Feeling as if my mind was pounding with every heart beat. I looked at all of the people. Talking and laughing. Some with drinks. Not only was this place for skateboarding. It was also the place for parties, fight clubs you name it.

"Come on lets find some guys. Maybe you cans how them some moves," She said grinning.

"I really hope you mean my skateboarding tricks," I deadpanned. She laughed.

"Come on you heartbroken loser," She replied, tugging my free hand along.

We walked slowly to a group of people. But then I froze.

"Y/F/N." I seized.

She glanced back at me. "What?"

"H-him," I stammered. She glared to the direction I was looking.

He was talking, a not very pleased expression as he stared at the other person with his eyebrows knitted together and his hand clenched tightly around the cup he was holding.

"Oh no we are leaving. Anyways I have a party I think you would like that we can check out," She started blabbing again. But as she tried to turn me away, I kept staring.

Until he threw the first punch.

I yanked Y/F/N's hand from my arm and ran over. The crowd starting to cheer. I busted through the crowd to see Shawn on top of the other guy. Punching his face practically inside out. I gasped and grabbed his arm. He brushed it off and kept fighting. Before I really gripped tight on his forearm and dug my nails in pulling up.

"S-S-Shawn!" I stuttered. He glanced at me. Sweat covered his tan honey face. His hair matted over his head. His lip was already busted.

"Y/N."

Shawns POV

"S-S-Shawn!"

I froze. Jack stared eye wide at me. Terrified. I glanced up at the voice that I already knew the owner to. She looked just as terrified. Her gentle hand was gripped to my arm tightly. She gulped.

"Y/N."

She pulled me up. I stumbled a little as Jack shuffled out from under me and he joined his friends to scurry away.

She slapped me. I cringed. Pain adding to the side of my face.

"Don't do st-stupid stuff like tha-that," She tried to say as stern as she could. I tried to touch her cheek but she flinched.

"Im sorry. He was talking a lot of shit."

"About what?"

"You." She didn't look me in the eye. "Look. I messed up. Okay. I shouldn't have kissed you like that and go to hang out with another girl. I want to just focus on you."

"What were your intentions then if you weren't only messing with me," She fired. Sudden cconfidence.

"I don't know Y/N. But I know. I want to be with you. I need to be with you." I laughed lightly. "I didn't want to have this conversation after you pulled me from a fight. But I was going to the second I could. Or after I got my anger out. But will you please give me a chance?" I asked. She stared at me.

"Oh come on cliche!" Y/F/N exclaimed.

"I know. But sometimes cliche gets the girl." I glanced at Y/N again. And smirked.

"You have to take me on a date."

"Okay."

"And I do request you show me off," She added.

"Of course babe."

"And no babe."

"Okay baby."

She laughed. "Funny. But okay. Yeah. I'll give you a chance."

Then I kissed her.

A/N

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