Shawn Mendes Imagines

He Says It First

He's done it again. It's 3:23 am and Shawn isn't home yet. He promised he'd be home by 11 so we could talk but I guess it's just another night of disappointment, just like every night for the past 2 weeks. We've been together for 9 months but just recently he's been acting strange, distant almost.

I don't know what's been going on but I know it hasn't got anything to do with work. I've called Andrew, his manager, a week ago asking if they're working late. He told me Shawn hasn't been in the studio in weeks. This panicked me.

I closed my eyes again, for the fifth time tonight. The empty spot next to me, cold and stiff. He hasn't properly slept in bed in days. He's been sleeping on the couch downstairs, too tired to even make it to our room.

Just like last night, the door unlocks and a clang of keys hits a table. His heavy footsteps come closer and closer with every step he takes. He's probably wearing his chelsea boots he loves so much. My back is faced against the door as he comes in.

He closes the door as quietly as possible and heads to our closet. My eyes begin to water but I keep my sobs in so he wouldn't hear me. I peek over my shoulder and Shawn comes out of the closet with a pair of basketball shorts on and no shirt.

He ruffles his hair a bit and walks toward our bed. He smells of faint cologne and mint as his body slides into the sheets. I've never smelled another woman on him, thank god, but it still bothers me how he doesn't tell me where he goes during the nights.

His elbow briefly touches my back, poking me, making me arch and flinch. Shawn whispers a quick 'sorry' and settles into bed; his back against mine.

We use to always cuddle when we sleep. His arms circled around my waist and my arms and hands resting on his chest as my head is under his chin.

My eyes are wide awake as I hear Shawn's faint snores next to me. Anger and sadness flares in me as I sit up and flick on the lamp next to me.

I stare at Shawn, a small tear escaping my eye. I take a deep breath before calling out his name. "Shawn?" No response. I shake his shoulder this time to get his attention. He grunts before turning to me, squinting at my face.

"Babe? What's up?" He questions

I shake my head at him. "We need to talk"

Shawn gets up, his face concerned and worried. I swear I saw a flash of guilt in his eyes. "What's wrong darling?" He places a hand on mine but I flinch away.

"Where were you—no..where have you been for the past 2 weeks during the nights?"

"I-I—"

"—I know you're not in the studio..I asked Andrew last week"

"Y/N–"

"—Don't fucking lie to me Shawn Mendes..cause I'm tired of your bullshit" Anger lingers in my words but tears remain in my eyes.

Shawn lets out a sigh before speaking. "I've been working..on my own"

"Shawn—"

"—I swear it!" He raises his hands

"Andrew and the other writers are giving me a hard time with this new album that it's stressing me out" He tugs the ends of his hair

"I asked Andrew for some time off, to work on some songs on my own without his consult so he would pressure me into fixing it up a bit"

His gorgeous brown eyes look almost like a caramel colour in this light, giving him an innocent look. His eyes flash with desperation and worry as he takes my hand in his.

"You know I hate it when they write songs for me darling. It doesn't make me feel like a real artist when they do that. I like to feel real, with my fans when it comes to my music. I like having my own songs instead of co-written songs. My songs feel a lot more special when it comes from me"

I nod my head "But why have you been out so late at night? Where do you go?"

"I chill at a hotel downtown. It's less crowded, I have my own space for awhile and it's quiet"

"Why can't you do work here? It's always quiet here, I'm home, I never bother you when you write—"

"—That's the thing. This album is all about you darling"

I pull my hand away. "What?" I choke

"This next album..it's all about you. I appreciative all the love and support you've given me these past 9 months. You're really important to me, Y/N, in ways you can't understand"

I stare at Shawn in shock. My heart quickens with guilt and happiness at the same time.

"I'm sorry I scare you into thinking I've done wrong babe. I didn't mean to, promise. I've just been stressed with the whole album thing, I forgot the one thing that helps me calm down is sitting right in front of me" He gives a small smile and I return one back

"I'm sorry for thinking you've done something bad to me Shawn..I should've known—"

Shawn pulls me onto his lap and circles his arms around me. "—It's not your fault darling, this was never your fault" He caresses my hair then my cheek. I lean into his hand and kiss his palm.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise" I nod my head. "You mean the world to me darling..and I..I love you"

My heart stops for a second and I stiffen. I feel Shawn stiff as he stares into my eyes for a response.

Shawn blinks a few times and shakes me a bit "Baby, please, say something—"

I press my lips to Shawn's. I tighten my arms around his neck, bringing myself closer. Shawn stiffens but quickly responds, tightening his arms around my waist. His plump lips are soft and welcoming.

I pull away quickly as we try and catch our breaths. "I love you too" I quickly say

Shawn's smile grows as he kisses me and I can still feel him smile as my lips are pressed against his.

He pulls away and I can't help but giggle. "You love me! Oh my god! You love me?!"

"Yes you weirdo! I love you!"

Shawn laughs "Say it again"

I kiss his nose "I" his cheek "love" his chin "you" then his lips.

"I love you Y/N and you love me. You won't regret your decision"

X

Oh Shawn, you never give my heart a break.