Shawn Mendes Imagines

Tour

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"YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!" I scream, throwing my hands in the air, clearly frustrated. Shawn's eyebrows were knit together in anger as we yelled back and forth.

"OH, I'M ANNOYING? SAYS THE BITCH WHO MAKES UNNECESSARILY SHITTY REMARKS ABOUT EVERYTHING !" Shawn glares, looking up from his phone. He plops himself onto couch and scrolls through his Twitter.

"I DON'T MAKE SHITTY REMARKS! YOU'RE JUST SENSITIVE TO EVERYTHING!" I yell back. I felt the rage bubble inside of me as my face turned a crimson red. I have never gotten so angry before.

I saw Shawn tense up at the words that left my mouth, his muscles hardened and veins appear on his forearms. I could tell he was trying desperately to keep his cool.

"UGH! I WISH I NEVER WENT ON TOUR WITH YOU. IF I KNEW HOW MUCH WE'D HATE EACH OTHER, I WOULDN'T BE HERE!" I screamed, my chest moving up and down rapidly from my deep breaths.

"DO YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP? Is your mouth incapable of zipping itself for an hour or so? DO YOU NOT HAVE A MUTE BUTTON? CAN YOU NOT ZIP YOUR MOUTH?" Shawn yells, surprising me. He stood up once again, walking closer. He was angry. His face was red, his eyes were dark and his whole body shook with rage.

I stepped back, slightly scared, trying hard not to show any emotion towards him. "I'll zip my m-mouth when you stop being a dick." I stuttered slightly, cursing profanities under my breath.

"WHY YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU. YOU CANT ALWAYS BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION AND YOU CANT ALWAYS GET EVERYONE TO LIKE YOU. YOU'RE JUST A DRAMA QUEEN! JUST GIVE UP, NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE!" He screams, throwing his arms down.

I sucked in a breath and held it, not breaking eye contact. I felt my vision become blurry with tears. Hold them back. Hold them back. Don't cry. Don't you dare shed a tear, y/n.. "Why do you hate me so much?" I started, my voice raspy and quiet. I could tell I was about to cry but I held it in with everything I had.

"You've hated me since day one of this tour. What the hell have I ever done to you? I walked in through the doors and you just despised my existence. What have I done to you? You're always making comments about how ugly I am and how I can't sing and complaining why you had to go on tour with a troll." I watched Shawn retract, his eyes filling with worry. I felt a tear stream down my face and fall on the carpet, disappearing instantly.

" Did I do something to offend you? Because I know for a fact that I have been nice to you ever since and you just hate me. I'm sorry! Like, I get it, okay? I'm not pretty, I'm not a model, I'm not funny, I'm not clever or smart or a good singer——"

I was cut off by a tingling sensation erupting from my lips. Soft lips connect to mine, silencing me instantly. My eyes shot open, my brain not processing what is happening. Shawn had a tight grip on my waist, trapping me under his touch. I hesitantly kissed back, my eyes fluttering closed. I felt my arms involuntarily trail behind Shawn's neck and lock.

Shawn pulled away and walked off, smirking slightly. Confusion filled my face. "What is your problem?" I mumbled. He stopped and turned to me.

"You. You are my problem. You're just so oblivious to the world around you, y/n. I've been madly in love with you the day you walked in. Seeing you flirted with all the guys, it made me mad. I wanted you to myself and I knew I couldn't have you. I knew I couldn't stand a chance against everyone else. Especially when every boy basically drools every time you smile or walk by them." He shrugs.

My mouth parted slightly. "I mean, y/n who could blame them? Your practically a walking masterpiece. You're gorgeous. And if that's not enough, you have the voice of an angel. You are perfect, you can't see that but every boy on tours knows this. And that makes me mad. I want you to myself. I want you. Y/n, I'm just in love with you." Shawn finishes, looking down at his fingers.

I couldn't help but smile. "I understand if you don't feel the same way. I'm sorry——" I interrupted him by kissing him. My small hands rested on either side of his face, squeezing it lightly.

I pulled away and smiled. "I love you."

His face lit up as he stepped closer and yanked my waist closer to his body, embracing me in a warm hug. "I love you." He repeated.