Shawn Mendes Imagines

You break up with him

Tears were already falling down my cheeks. "What's wrong?" Shawn asked concerned. "I think we should break up." My lip trembled. I avoided eye contact with and just looked down at my hands. "What? No, why y/n?" He asked grabbing my hand. "Shawn, you're about to leave for tour. Last time you left I didn't think we would make it. I don't want us to have to go through that again. I also feel like I'm holding you back from your dreams. Just know that I'm doing this because I love you," I had to stop and catch my breath, "I love you so much." We were both crying while we just sat there in each other's presence. "I'll miss you." Shawn said causing me to look up at his red eyes. "I'll never love someone as much as I love you. I know you're only doing this because you think it's for the best, but I disagree." He got up from the bed and stormed out of the apartment.

As soon as I heard the door slam I knew he was gone. It was over. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried. I cried like I've never cried before.

*6 months later*
Shawn's pov:
"Shawn, it's been 6 months. You need to move on." My friend Ian said to me. I looked up at him with anger.

"I can't just move on! I was in love with her. I should of made her feel special, I should of treated her like she was a princess. I should of invited her on tour with me, that way we wouldn't be in this situation!" I yelled as I pulled my hair. A warm liquid rolled down my cheek. That's when I broke down. I collapsed onto the floor and just let the tears fall down. She's probably moved on, she's probably with someone who gives her what she needs and wants. Someone way better than me.

I pulled out my phone and clicked on her contact. I debated on wether or not to text her. I finally gave in and texted her.

To Y/n- hey, it's Shawn. We need to talk

Within a couple of seconds I got a response.

From y/n- yes, we do.

Your pov:
I sat lonely in my bedroom. My eyes were swollen and had bags under them. I usually would just stare off into space as I thought about what I did to Shawn. A bottle of vodka sat on my nightstand beside my bed. Shawn didn't deserve me, or what I did to him. He always tried his best to be the best boyfriend, and I didn't thank him for it. I should of never broke up with him. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I miss him so much that it hurts.

I picked up the empty bottle and threw it against a wall. I watched it as it shatter into hundreds of pieces. It was exactly how my heart felt.  My phone  vibrated beside me. I picked it up and read the text. My eyes widened when I realized who it was.  I immediately responded.

To Shawn- if you want, you can come over to my house.

From Shawn- yeah, I'll be there around lunch tomorrow
From Shawn- if that's okay.

To Shawn- it's perfect.

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The doorbell rang signaling Shawn was here. I took a deep breath and opened the door. His eyes met mine. They were darker than usual, and swollen. I wanted to kiss his lips, or feel his touch, but I just opened the door so he could come in.

"Shawn," I started but he cut me off. "I have been an absolute mess for 6 months. Ever since that night I can't stop thinking about you. I had to miss a lot of my shows because I was too depressed to perform. I miss you so fucking much. I know that you think that we broke up for a good reason, but it's not. I love you, and I can't just forget that, and get over you. I've tried, but I failed. Please, just please tell me that you love me." I've never seen Shawn so heartbroken. He looked so vulnerable.

"I love you Shawn." His eyes filled with hope and lust. "I've missed you too. I feel so guilty for doing this to you. This was by far my worst decision I have ever made. I'm so sorry." I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. His hands rubbed up and down my back. He laid his head on my shoulder and said, "please take me back." My heart broke hearing Shawn say that. "Shawn," he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. He looked scared, like I was about to reject him. I stood on my toes and met his lips. He immediately kissed back sending the warm fuzzy feeling I have missed through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. Shawn held me up by placing his hands under my legs. We finally pulled away for air. Shawn rested his forehead against mine. My lips curved into a smile, and for the first time in 6 months I was happy.