shawn mendes imagines

Scars

this was requested!

this one shot contains scenes of cutting, so if this is a trigger for you please DON'T read.

also if you self harming and you need some one to talk to, i can not stress enough how important it is to do so. if you cannot think of anyone, inbox me. there's nobody better to trust than a stranger.

"So he just lay there? He didn't even try to get up?" I said between laughs. My boyfriend Shawn was telling our group a drunk story about Geoff getting a little too pissed one time in our junior year of high school.

"Yeah, it is literally the funniest memory I have of him." Shawn chuckled as he leaned forward to ruffle a very red Geoff's hair. Whether his face was red due to the large amount of wine he had consumed or the embarrassment he was enduring, we will never know.  But our little trip down memory lane was abruptly stopped by the beeping of the oven in the kitchen.

"One minute." I said to the group as I jumped up and rushed into the kitchen to grab whatever nibbles I had shoved into the oven. It was Shawn's first night since he had got back from his Illuminate World Tour so we were having a few friends round to celebrate him coming back home. It was going pretty well, with basically everyone drunk of their faces except me and Shawn who weren't really into drinking.

I was putting on the oven mittens when a felt a slap on my butt and an arm slink around my waist. I just laughed at him and bent down to open the oven and get out the tray and food.

"Wow that is definitely a view I have missed." Shawn said cheekily and I tried my best to flip him off in my oven mittens at his crude comment but failed completely which caused him to let out a loud laugh and slap my ass again. The food that I got out of the oven was unfortunately completely burnt and had basically stuck itself to the tray. With a sigh, I tried to scrape off the inedible food into the bin and was left with the blackened bottom of the nibbles.

I set the tray down into the sink and rolled up my sleeves so I could start scrubbing at the tray and was soon accompanied by Shawn placing his strong arm around my waist again. He kissed my neck softly and was drawing small circles on my bare stomach he had uncovered when he lifted up my shirt moments before. 

He then suddenly froze and moved away from me. I looked up to see a look of pure horror on his face.

"What?" I asked cautiously, slowly.

"Show me your arms." He said, and then it was my turn to freeze. I tugged down my sleeves as fast as I could, ignoring the fact that my arms were completely soaked. I looked up to meet a dead stare from Shawn.

"Show me your arms." He demanded again, his tone a little more harsher. 

"We should go back in, they're probably wondering whether we are." I gabbled, trying to walk past him and back into the living room. He grabbed my arm and stopped me and then rolled up my sleeve himself. I tried to roll it back down as quickly as possible but it was too late. He had already seen.

My panic-stricken face looked into his and I found it nearly impossible to read what emotion was laying in his beautiful features. His face was emotionless and I found my throat going dry, unable to think of a single thing to say.

"Why, Evie?" He asked simply after a few moments. I shook my head again and found my voice.

"Please let's not do this now, we have guests." I pleaded and to my surprise he nodded after a moment and pushed past me and into the living room, with me following behind after a few seconds.

For the rest of the evening, there was absolutely no interaction between Shawn and I. He didn't talk at all to me, or even look at me and he moved to the other side of the room, as far away from me as he could get. It hurt me, obviously, but it was exactly what I had been expecting.