You sigh as you looked at pictures of you and Shawn in the photo album. He was your boyfriend of 7 months. Or so you thought.
Ever since Shawn became more famous, he started to become distant. Saying that he was busy in the studio almost everyday only to come home drunk and wasted. And if he had free time, he would always be on his phone and not spend much time with you.
You're lucky that he hasn't cheated on you, as you would be very disappointed.
Shawn was supposed to have a free day today.
"Hey, babe. Do you wanna spend time together..." You began, but he cuts you off harshly.
"Can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation with Matt here!? Stop bothering me!" He angrily replies and continues to text on his phone.
"B-But.. I'm your girlfriend..."
"Yes I know Y/N. We live in the same house! What else to do you want!?" He snaps. You tear up and go to your room.
You honestly missed his old self. The days where you two would cuddle, watch movies together and be affectionate towards each other. Hardly any of those have happened since he released his first album.
He comes in the room and looks for his jacket. Now what is he doing?
"S-Shawn, where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go hang with the guys. I might be home late so don't wait up for me." He says to you and leaves. He gives you no kiss, no affection. Nothing.
You start to break down as you thought about your relationship. Why has Shawn been like this? Sure, he's become famous but that doesn't mean he should forget about his girlfriend and focus way more on his fans and famous friends.
---11:45PM---
Another late arrival by Shawn. This was the latest he's ever come home and you were sick worried about where he was. He barges through the door.
"Oh heeeyyy Y/NNNN...." He slurs as you sighed.
"Shawn, I am tired of your drinking and coming home late almost every night! Why did you ever become famous!?" You let everything out as he looks at you with anger.
"Y/N... do you know hard I've worked to become famous? DO YOU!?" He raises his voice and approaches you.
You were always scared of him when he gets angry.
"Shawn, please don't hurt..." But he hits your cheek and you fall on the ground.
"I'm going to bed! Don't help me get there! I'm not too drunk!" He says as he stumbles to the bedroom.
You looked at the mark on your cheek. It wasn't too bad and can be covered up quite easily.
Tears began to fall off your face. He probably doesn't want you sleeping with him, so you decided to sleep on the couch tonight.
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Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]
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