Shawn Mendes Imagines

Out

*VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END, PLS READ!!*

  (Y/N POV)

  "Shawn? Where are you going?" I call out, looking up at him from the bed.

  "Out." He mutters putting on his jacket and closing the bedroom door without a second glance.

  I sigh with a heavy heart as I lay down on the bed again.

  Shawn's always gone out now since our fight.

 
(Flashback)

  "Shawn! Why aren't you listening to me?!" I yell, following him to the living room.

  "Because all the words that come out of your mouth is bullshit (Y/N)!" Shawn fires back.

  My eyes prick with tears, his words making my heart clench.

  "I'm just saying that you never have any time to spend with me! You're always away with your friends or in the studio!" I scream.

  "I always spend time with you. I live with you for god's sake!" He growls, running his hands through his hair indicating that he's stressed.

  "Why are you even writing music, you're not going anywhere!" I scream not processing the words that are tumbling out of my mouth.

   Shawn becomes silent, his breathing becomes ragged. And then he blows up.

  "My music means more to me than you do, so don't talk even talk right now! If I knew you were some gold digging slut that doesn't support me in what I love, then I wouldn't have married you!"

  A choked sob erupts from my throat as my knees give out making me fall to the polished wood floor.

I don't bother looking up at Shawn while he takes his keys and wallet, leaving me on the ground in a puddle of my own tears.

(Real Time)

You would think that I would be the one mad at Shawn, but no.

Shawn is obviously getting somewhere with his career because of our nice house and his car.

He's sold out arenas with thousands and thousands of people. He's gone two tours and both of them were so successful.

I just wasn't thinking when I said those hurtful things to him.

I get why he's mad.

He hasn't apologized for what he's said to me, but I have to him.

I sigh again, closing my eyes and falling into a deep slumber.

  The vibration of my phone jolts me awake as I grab the slim device and press answer.

  "Hello?"

"Shawn, is that you?" I ask, rubbing my tired eyes.

   "Who else would call you?" Shawn slurs into the phone.

My back straightens as I clear my throat.

This is the first time I've heard him say a sentence to me since last week.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" I ask, getting my keys and running out the door.

"Some club, friends left. I'm alone. Have no ride." Shawn sighs.