Shawn mendes imagine

Treat you better

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Shawn's POV

I'm sitting at my desk staring at pictures of Emily and her boyfriend, who I just call asshole. Because he is definitely one.
They are posing at a premiere she was invited to and even though she is smiling I can tell they had a fight before stepping to the red carpet, her smile is obviously fake. But in the meanwhile Asshole is enjoying the attention so much.

In fact, if you ask me, the attention was all why he was dating her and it disgusted me. I tried to explain it to Emily so many times but she just ignored me. I hated seeing her like this. Unhappy. Not satisfied with her life while she was such an amazing and beautiful girl.
I sigh and click to the next few photos before I get enough of this shit and turn it off. They are probably sitting in the movie theater now watching that new action movie and I'm sure she can't even enjoy it with that prick by her side. If I could make her leave him...
I'm so hopelessly in love with her, it's almost ridiculous. I'm just too big of a pussy to admit it to her so she is jumping into a shitty relationship from another.

I watched her last few boyfriends take advantage of her, they all just wanted one thing. Attention.

I always told her that it's not healthy, but she just sadly shrugged.
"What can I do? Everyone wants something to me. If I'm lucky enough, maybe one of them falls in love with me and stay by my side"she would always say to me.
It was the most heartbreaking thing to hear her say this. I swear I could beat up those bastards for not treating her right.

I could treat her better.
Better than he can.

I get mad just to think about how much time she already wasted on guys who don't appreciate her enough. She deserves the best and I'm willing to give it to her, I just don't know how to tell her.

I think back at every time when I saw her cry over boys and it breaks my heart. I had known her for quite a long time, neither of us were famous when we became friends and I'm happy that I knew her before fame. Not that it changed her, but those were definitely different times back then.

I want her to feel appreciated again and I know that I'm the only one to give it to her.
I finish the song and check the time. I assume she is already home after the movie, so I drive over to her place with my guitar and stop at her front door. I hesitate before ringing the bell, but then I do it and there is no way back.

She opens the door, her hair is still in the stylish braid she rocked at the premiere, but her makeup is already gone. She looks at me surprised.
"Shawn, what are you doing here?" she asks folding her arms on her chest.
"Who is this?" I hear Prick's voice from inside before I can say anything.
"Doesn't matter! Just watch the game!" she shouts back and try not to feel hurt that I don't matter to her. I grab my guitar and look into her eyes.
"I saw pictures of you and him from today," I say and she immediately rolls her eyes.
"So you are here to tell me to break up with him?" she asks raising her eyebrows.
"No, I'm here to sing you what I think."
Before she can say anything I start playing and sing her the whole song of treat you better.

(I don't want to do the whole song so....yea)

Give me a sign
Take my hand, we'll be fine
Promise I won't let you down
Just know that you don't
Have to do this alone
Promise I'll never let you down

I sing to her from my heart and I watch as her eyes get teary. I want to stop and tell her not to cry, but I finish the song.
'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are we wasting time
On all your wasted crying
When you should be with me instead
I know I can treat you better
Better than he can

Better than he can
Better than he can
The voice of the guitar fades away and I stand there waiting for her reaction.

"What is this, Shawn?" she asks, her voice barely audible.

"It's a message from me to you, to show you how much I care" I say with my heart beating up in my throat.
"And why now? What's different now?" She furrows her eyebrows whipping her tears away from her cheeks.
"Because I couldn't see you so unhappy and miserably with him or anyone else. I love you and I want to be with you. Just let me-"
"What's going on here?" Asshole appears behind Emily walking up to us. I shut my mouth holding myself back from rolling my eyes.
"I told you to watch the game," she says with a shaky voice.
"I heard the singing, what are you doing here?" he asks standing next to her, but Emily is not looking at him. She has her eyes fixed on the ground.
"I just dropped by," I mumble not knowing what to say.
"And randomly sang a song?" he scoffs. "I hope you weren't serenading," he adds smirking.
"Actually, the song was written to me," Emily finally speaks up and my heart is pounding in my chest.
"Yeah? And what is it about?" He clenches his jaw and looks down at her.
"That I'm wasting my time on the wrong guy and I should date him."
A short pause comes between us, I'm holding my breath back as Asshole narrows his eyes at me, but then Emily breaks the silence.
"And actually, I think he is right."
Both of our eyes widen as we turn to her.

Mine from the pleasant surprise, the Assholes from the disbelief.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he snaps at her.

"I want you to leave. Take your stuff, and never come back," she simply says and I'm holding my smile back.
"You can't be serious. We are #relationshipgoals.
Emily scoffs and shakes her head.
"And this is why we are done. You don't want me, just the attention. So leave and forget you ever knew me."
He is struggling, he wants to say something but then just groans and walks away.

Neither of us says anything, I don't know how to react and luckily she is the one to speak up first.
"Want to come in? I want to hear the song again," she softly says letting me into the house. As I walk past her she stops me and looks me in the eye.

"Thank you Shawn. And I know how you feel, but I just need some time to-"
"You don't have to explain yourself to me. Take your time, I'll be there. Just like I was over the years."
"Thank you," she smiles and both of us walks inside.
I give her time and space. I don't want to force her to do something she doesn't want, but it only takes one week for her to take the first step. She writes a reply to Treat You Better and we release the songs together admitting our relationship to the public.

I'm mad at myself for waiting so long, but I'm also finally happy, because I'm making Emily happy and this is all that matters to me, is that she is happy.

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