Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

Mercy

You hid inside your shared room with Shawn. Lately, he's been acting all violent. It was his first ever week where he drank alcohol and he seemed to love it. But every time he comes home drunk, he would often hurt you emotionally and sometimes, if you were unlucky, physically.

"Y/NNN....I'm hoommmeee..." He slurred as you hid under the bed, hoping he won't notice you. You know that he's gonna hurt you in some way again. He's 18 and in Canada, it's the legal age to drink alcohol. This wasn't the Shawn that you fell in love with, this is more like a drunk alcoholic than your boyfriend who would cuddle up in bed with you and give you goodnight kisses just before you go to sleep. 

He barges in the room with a determined look on his face.

"Y/N! I know you're in here!" He says quite loudly. This routine has been going on all week and you were already tired of it. You wished you had your Shawn back, but the drinking age limit was now taking over his control. 

As he lays on the bed, you tried to sneak out so he can sleep his drunk self off. Unfortunately, he saw you trying to leave as he got up and stood in front of the door, preventing you from passing through. 

"Y/N WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?" He shouts as he raises his hand, knowing what's about to come at you.

"A-Away from you. You've been drinking so much that it's got to the point where I'm just so sick and tired of it...." You stutter but his hand collided with your cheek. 

"Since when can you tell me what to do, bitch!? I'm 18 and LEGAL!!" He screams the last word and pushes you onto the floor. Drunk Shawn is a monster, you didn't want him to be like this but blame the alcohol.

You managed to run outside the room with Shawn crashing into bed to sleep off all the alcohol he drank. Meanwhile, you cooked yourself something light and slept on the couch instead of the bed. 

--MORNING--

The following day, you woke up and folded the blanket as you set it on the side of the couch. Shawn left to go get a few drinks (again) even though it's only 11:30 in the morning. He's really starting to become obsessed with drinking.

Three hours later, he comes home not looking too drunk at all. He looks at you and makes a disgusted face.

"Well? Don't just stand there looking all ugly. Go change into something more appealing!" He forces you and tears began to leak out of your eyes. Not wanting to escalate the situation, you did as he said and changed into more appealing-styled clothing. Once you were done, you went back to the living room only to hear another sarcastic remark from Shawn.

"Much better, now nobody can see your stomach. Just look how huge it is." He scoffed and went to the room. You didn't wanna follow cause you know he's gonna fall asleep.

Three hours later, you grabbed his guitar and played one of his songs. You hear the bedroom door open and saw Shawn looking at you.

"Hey, babe. What are you upto?" He asks, obviously sobered up from the alcohol and hardly remembered anything that he did to you.

You tried to sniffle quietly but he heard it. 

"Hey, honey? What's the matter?" He asks, concerned and walking towards you, but you quickly regained yourself as he took a seat on the couch.

"Oh, babe. Are you gonna sing for me?" He says curiously as you nodded. 

"It's about how I feel about you this past week." You reply and began to strum the guitar as you sang to one of his songs. 

You've got a hold of me
Don't even know your power
I stand a hundred feet
But I fall when I'm around you

Show me an open door
Then you go and slam it on me
I can't take anymore
I'm saying baby....

His eyebrows went up in confusion, wondering why you were singing this song to him. Of course, he doesn't remember all the things he did to you while he was drunk. Tears began to cloud your vision as you sang the chorus.

Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don't mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy on me
I'm a puppet on your strings
And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart....

You couldn't sing any further, what he said to you really hurt you badly. You set the guitar aside and broke down on the floor sobbing. Shawn comes quickly and crouched to your level.

"Hey, baby. Shh, I've got you." He pulls you in for a hug and stroked your hair as you tuck your head on his shoulder.

"S-Shawn, how could you?" You whisper as he made an off-topic answer.

"How could I what? Did I do anything to you?" He wondered as you nodded yes.

You pulled away from the hug and spoke your heart out with sobs. 

"E-Ever since you first went out drinking, y-you would come home drunk and abuse me. A-A few days ago you raised your hand and hit me...then you would make comments which would hurt me emotionally cause you know how sensitive I am. Please, Shawn. Have mercy on me, please?" You say to him and he immediately teared up.

"Y-Y/N...babygirl..." He whimpered and pulled you back in for a hug. You can hear his sobs and you cry together with him.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry I did this to you...." He held you tight, not loosening his grip.

"Just stop getting drunk. That's all I want for you to do. I wanna be able to cuddle with you in bed again and just enjoy each other's company." You tell him and he sniffled.

"I promise Y/N, I won't lay another hand on you. Just help me get through this, please? I can't do it on my own and need you to help me." He holds your hand as you nodded.

"I'll be here every step of the way, Shawn. Just remember I'm here for you and you don't have to go through this by yourself." You reply and he forced a weak smile.

"Thanks, darling. I love you." He says and kisses your forehead.

"I love you too, muffin man!" You replied and kissed his nose.