Shawn Mendes Imagines

Treat you better

The cool air hit my cheeks turning this a light shade of pink. "You ready?" He asked putting his phone in his pocket. "Ready as I'll ever be." I said forcing a faint smile. He walked beside me while telling me about how his dad is going to let him run the family business. I nodded my head to make it look like I knew what he was talking about, but I was actually just thinking about Shawn. How I want to run to his house and watch movies and actually have a conversation about something we both understand. We walked into a small bar and found his friends sitting at a booth. The loud music, and bright flashing lights gave me a headache. "I'll be right back." I said. He just nodded and continued his conversation with his friend.

I walked to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka, "thanks." I said as the bartender placed  the short glass cup in front of me. "So, this is none of my business, but why are you over here when your boyfriend is over there." His eyes darted in his direction. I turned my head and saw him kissing another girl. I sighed and said, "It's complicated." I pushed the glass towards him signaling him for another. "Then make it not be complicated." He said pouring the clear liquid in the glass. "How?" I asked before letting the burning liquid roll down my throat. "Be with me." A familiar voice said. I looked beside me and saw Shawn sitting there with a sad expression. His eyes were begging me to say something, and he was breathing heavy, "Shawn I-." He cut me off when he looked over my shoulder. Shawn's face turned stone cold, and his brown eyes turned black. He stormed over to the table.

"What the hell?" Carlos said as Shawn pushed him back. "How can you kiss someone when you're in a relationship?" Shawn yelled. "What relationship?" Carlos said with a crooked grin. Shawn had a vain popping out of his pale neck and his jaw clenched. Shawn's fist collided with Carlos' jaw. The two of them started fighting until the security got in the middle. Shawn and Carlos got kicked out and we all followed. I ran up to Shawn to make sure he was okay, his lip was cut and he had a bruise on his cheek. Shawn was breathing heavy as he looked at Carlos with hatred.

"Shawn lets go." I said taking Shawn's hand and pulling him away from the small crowd of people. He didn't argue and just followed. I found his black jeep parked in beside the bar. Shawn unlocked the car and got in. We drove to his house in silence. We arrived and we walked inside. "Can I please just clean your cuts?" I asked. He looked up at me and nodded his head. We walked into his bathroom. I ran a washcloth under warm water and placed it carefully on his lip. He winched in pain, and tensed up. "Sorry." I said. "Why did you do it Shawn?" I asked setting the rag on the sink. "Because someone who is lucky enough to have you shouldn't let you go, I know I can treat you better than him."