Shawn Mendes Imagines *UPDATES ARE SLOW*

He saves you

Inspired by beyond the lights

Y.n pov

It was after my show that I realized I was not performing for myself anymore. It was all a show. I had a publicity boyfriend who I had no simlarities with. I was sick and tired of doing things for my dumb record deal. I walked to the car alone with screaming fans on the other side of the red rope and buff heavy, guards. I put my seat belt on and silently cried as my cheuffer drove me home. We came to a stop and the man opened the door escorting me to my home. I closed the door once I got inside and dropped to the floor and broke down. Screaming and kicking at the walls full of rage and anger at myself for letting my career get so far that I didn't even love what I was doing anymore. My 24/7 gaurd , Shawn walked up to me and offered to take me up to my room , I agreed and at those words he carried me up the stairs.
"Call me if you need to talk to anyone. Ok?" He said.
"Ok I will." I replied tiredly.
I was not going to call him. He didn't know anything about who I was on the inside, no one did. no one cared. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!" I screamed as I hurled my shoe across the room. Shawn barged in and said he would be guarding me in my room for the rest of the night. 'Fine as long as you don't be surprised by who the real me is ' I mumbled under my breath. I get up to go the restroom. When I'm in there I pull out my stained white cloth, my blade, and cut down my arm. I haven't done this in a while. And it feels odd and emotionless as I do it. I don't even know I am crying once more. The tears run down my face and on to the fresh cuts on my arms, causing a stinging sensation. I turn around to get the towel not knowing shawn is holding it and looking at me with tears in his eyes.
"WHY do you do this to your self?! WHY? You have support and love, and you hurt your body like this?" He is full on sobbing right now, very unprofessional.
"You don't know half the shit I go through everyday. Yes I have love and support but no one genuinely sees ME FOR ME. And I'm tired and sick. I've tried countless times with days wasted on quitting this. So just let me DO IT."
"No. Hell no. I won't." He says firmly as he takes the blade from my hand. He runs cold water over the cuts, dries my arm, and bandages it. After long moments of silence he speaks. "I may not see you now, but that's because you are good at hiding your emotions, and I want to change that, and help you enhance your emotions." I look deep into His eyes. "What?" He asks.
"Finally someone is making the effort to see me. Finally." I say. And with that we both drift off.