Shawn Mendes Imagines

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"Y/n, what the hell is this?" Shawn says angrily, storming into the room. I look at his screen, a photoshopped fan edit picture of Charlie Puth and I kissing.

I let out a laugh. "Baby, it's photoshop, don't worry, I saw that last year when me and Charlie went on tour." I smiled, reassuringly. I got up, my arms wrapping around Shawn's neck. He grabbed my arms and threw my hands down, forcefully. "Did y'all also fuck on tour?" He yells, his voice scaring me.

My smile quickly faded as I stepped back. "Shawn, it's photoshopped! I would never cheat on you!" I say, grabbing his forearm in hopes of pulling him my direction. He yanks his arm down away from my grasp. "Don't touch me!" He glares, backing away. "How could you? I gave you my trust!" He continues.

I step towards him, not giving up on trying to get him to understand my side of the story. "Baby—" he interrupts me. "Don't fucking call me that, you cheater!" He yells. "It's photoshopped!" I repeat, tears building up in my eyes. "Why would I believe you? You're a cheater, a whore, a-a bitch." He says, harshly.

Tears could not longer build up in my eyes, they cascading down my cheek, falling on the hard tile floor. "Babe, listen—" I place my hand on his shoulder. He quickly shoves my hand off, as he interrupts me. "I don't wanna listen!" He screams.

I whimper and step back, scared. I remained silent, my tears doing all the talking. Hot liquid poured out of my eyes and down my cheeks, covering my whole face in tears. "I really thought you were the one. I really loved you, Y/n. You were my dream girl. I loved you so much. I always tried so hard to make you happy and this is what you repay me with? I thought you respected me enough to NOT go fuck some other kid! I LOVED YOU AND I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME BACK!" He screamed the last part, loudly, stepping closer to my small, shaking figure.

"I do love you! I love you with all my heart!" I stutter. "Bullshit! Everything you say is bullshit! I've had enough of it!" I couldn't take it anymore, Shawn and I had never fought and he never yelled at me like this. I shook my head, pushing past him and running outside. I ran down the block until I was far away from his house. I let my tears run freely down the sides of my face, as I let out small sobs. I did love him. I DO love him.

I kept walking, not knowing where to go or where I was going. I looked around me at the unfamiliar area that was lit up dimly by the flickering street lights. It was about 10:00PM and I think I'm lost. I wrapped my arms around my waist, hugging myself tightly, in hopes to keep myself warm. I scanned the area, completely confused. I bit my lip in fear as I kept walking until I was in a dark alley surrounded by dumpsters and poor lighting. My eyebrows knit together as I looked around.

I'm screwed. "Hey doll, you lost?" A slurred voice asked. My eyes flashed open as I turned around to see an tall man who looked to be in his late thirties. Usually when grown men called you "doll," you're in trouble so knowing that, I took off running. I heard close footsteps behind me, he was catching up..fast. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I made a sharp turn in hopes of loosing him. I kept running until I realized this was a deadend.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I eyed the brick wall. This is the end. I'm done for. I watched as the man approached, licking his lips as if I was his dinner. I backed away further, pressing my body against the wall; as far as I could get from him. "What a beauty. Green eyes too?" He smirked as he walked towards me. "Back off!" I yelled, my voice cracking.

He laughed and walked closer to my shaking figure. He placed his hands on my hips, his nails digging through my shirt and into my bare skin. I was scared, he knew it and used it as an advantage. "HELP!" I screamed as I tried my best to push him off. He pressed his lips against mine, trying to keep me quiet. I was disgusted, I struggled to push him off. My hands reached his face and I pushed him away from one, forcefully. He stepped back, regaining his balance. He smirked eyeing my body up and down. "Aren't you a feisty one?" He whispered, coming closer.

His breath reeking of alcohol. I back away, tears falling from my eyes. He smirked before he tugged at my shirt, violently, ripping the bottom in half. I screamed for help, struggling to push the drunk enough man off of me. "HELP!" I yelled as the man pressed his lips against my neck, continuing to claw at my shirt. I saw a family car park in front of the alley and a tall figure steps out.

"LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!" A familiar voice yelled. Shawn. He grabs the man's shirt, pulling him off of me and shoving him to the ground. Shawn crawled on top, throwing violent punches at the man. The man struggled to fight back, Shawn was obviously more awake and sober then he was. The man's head fell as Shawn dashed over to my shaking figure.

I slide down the brick wall, crying while covering my face with my hands. "Baby, are you okay?" He asked. I didn't respond only letting out quiet sobs. I felt Shawn's arms wrap around my lower back and under my knees. He picked me up, walking to the car. "I'm so so sorry, baby. I didn't mean what I said back there. It really was photoshopped. I saw the actual picture of you kissing a fan." He placed me down on the ground, leaning me up against the car.

I gasped for air and let my arms fall to my waist, covering up my bare skin from where the man had ripped my shirt. The rip tore from the bottom of my bra to the edge of the shirt. I felt exposed as I tried to calm myself down and erase the memories of what had just unfolded.

I felt Shawn's finger hook under my chin and bring my face up to meet his eyes, they were glossy with tears. "Forgive me, baby. I feel horrible. I'm such a bad boyfriend. I should've believed you. If I just let you explain, this wouldn't have happened." He says, a single tear streaming down the side of his cheek.

I wiped it away with my thumb and fell into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms snaked around my waist, rubbing gentle circles. "H-he touched me.." I stuttered, my eyes still watery with tears. "I know baby, and it's my fault." Shawn whispers, kissing my forehead repeatedly. "Promise that you'll be the only one to touch me in that way. Promise me,Shawn." He looks up, a weak smile plastered on his face.

"I promise y/n. I promise." He repeated, pushing his lips onto mine with a passion. I kissed back, hungrily. I needed him. I wanted him. I loved him. He pulled away, wiping the tears that were freely sliding down his cheeks.

He opened the car door and let me get inside before he ran to the drivers side of the car and got in. One last look at the drunken man before we drove off. Shawn's whispers, kissing my forehead repeatedly. "Promise that you'll be the only one to touch me in that way. Promise me,Shawn." He looks up, a weak smile plastered on his face.

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