Shawn Mendes Imagines

He beats up your boyfriend

"I can't believe you would accuse me of that!" I yelled. Y/b/n, (your ex/ boyfriend's name) pushed me up against the wall.

"You're a worthless bitch that will never do anything right!" Tears filled my eyes as I listened to him. I tried to get out of his grip, but he held me tighter. I finally managed to get away from him and ran out the door. I didn't grab my car keys, purse, anything. I just ran. Luckily my best friend, Shawn, lives right down the road from me. I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Shawn to answer.

As soon as he saw me he pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked softly while he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Y/b/n and I had a fight, and then he held me against wall-," Shawn cut me off before I could finish.

"Stay here with Aaliyah and Ian, I'll be back." I looked at him confused as he walked out the door.

"Oh god." Aaliyah said walking down the stairs.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Did you say that Y/b/n put his hands on you?" Ian asked walking to me. I nodded my head.

"Shawn's going to beat his ass." Ian said grabbing his car keys and running out the door.

"Come here." Aaliyah said putting her arms out motioning for me to hug her.

"I'm going to tell you something, but don't tell Shawn I told you this." Aaliyah said.

"Okay." I said softly.

"Shawn has had a crush on you for years now. He has always been to afraid to tell you because he is afraid you won't feel the same. Whenever you and y/b/n started dating he became depressed, but he always hid it. Now that he found out this has happened he is probably going to-," Before she could finish Ian and Shawn walked in. Shawn looked pissed off, and Ian looked worried. I noticed that Shawn had a cut above his eyebrow, and on the side of his lip.

"Shawn," I said softly. He looked up at me but looked away quickly.

"What the hell happened?" I asked looking up at Ian.

"He shouldn't of put his hands on you y/n." I looked over at Shawn. He was sitting on a bar stool and leaning against the counter. He was bent over like he was in pain.

"Lift your shirt." I demanded.

"What?" Shawn asked confused.

"Just lift your shirt." I said. He pulled his shirt up revealing his bruised stomach.

"You have to go to the hospital." I said placing my hands on his black and purple stomach.

"What why?" He asked.

"Did he kick you in your stomach?" I asked him. He nodded his head and knitted his eyebrows together.

"Shawn, you could have internal bleeding." I explained.

Ian helped Shawn up out of the chair and helped him get into the car.

I know this is a weird place to stop it, but part 2??