𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

car fights and apologies

SHAWN MENDES IMAGINES
→ car fights & apologies ←

y/n's pov

Neither of us said a word to each other. And to be honest, it was making me sick. Half of the car ride with quiet with a thick tension upon us. I couldn't handle it.

I couldn't handle him being mad for no reason. But I was too scared to say anything. To defend myself. Shawn has never been so angry with me before. It scared me whenever he was.

His hand gripped the steering wheel furiously and clenched his jaw.

"I'm sorry," I spoke quietly. "For whatever I did, I'm sorry. But can you just please tell me what I did wrong so we can fix this?"

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head followed by an eye roll. It wasn't an "oh that was a funny thing" type of laugh, it was an angry laugh.

"All you do is flirt with every guy you see! How do you think that makes me feel?" He yelled, pulling over to the side of the rode and slamming on the brakes.

"You're such a fucking slut." He mumbled thinking I wouldn't hear him.

Tears welled in my eyes. He knew to never say something like that and he did. After knowing all the stuff I've been through, he knew that would trigger something inside me.

"Fuck you, asshole." I snapped, unbuckling my seat belt and slamming the car door shut.

He sat there with his eyes wide in shock. I began to walk home in the cold winter night alone. As I was over half way home it started to snow hard and the wind whipped around furiously making it hard for me to see.

I sniffled and hugged myself tighter to keep warm. As soon as I got home I took of my jacket and boots, stomping upstairs to my room.

Once I was in my room, I changed out of my day clothes into pajamas and went to sleep for the night, with guilt I shouldn't feel.

The next morning I woke up feeling cold and stuffy. My throat was hurting as well. I noticed someone beside me and looked over to see Shawn.

"I'm so so so sorry, I didn't mean what I said I've just had so much stress on me lately and I don't want you being mad at me." He explained himself. Regret was filled in his hazel eyes.

"As long as you never meant what you said last night, I'm okay." I spoke to him softly.

He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry that you got sick too. This is all my fault."

I hugged him. "It's not your fault. And besides, I'm a tough girl."

He laughed and cuddled up against me.

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Honestly I feel like my writing is complete shit now and I feel like my 3rd person writing is a lot better, what do you all think?

Also I changed my username because I love the walking dead and my new fave is negan ! Do any of you like the walking dead?

-maya