Shawn Mendes Imagines

#12

Shawn jogged up the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment he shared with Y/N. 'Business' had kept him out all morning. According to Carter one of the Janoskians had messed up a deal down south. It'd cost Shawn just over two grand, which was money he couldn't afford to be losing. But he'd deal with Skip later. Right now he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with Y/N on the sofa and subject himself to one of those awful nature documentaries she liked. Or worse one of those stupid TV shows she adored... what was that one with the two monster killing brothers called again?

"Babe I'm home!" Shawn called into the apartment as he closed the front door behind him.

"In here!" A voice yelled back. He followed the voice into the living room where Y/N was perched on a fluffy rug in front of the TV still in her pyjamas. She looked gorgeous. Something about polar bears was on the TV and she was picking at a mug full of grapes. Shawn watched amused as she carefully inspected each one for imperfections that deemed them inedible.

Shawn came and stood in the doorway. His height meant that he had to stoop his head slightly, in order to avoid hitting it. "What are you doing?" Shawn questioned needlessly. After almost two and a half years he was perfectly accustomed to her strange little quirks, as was she to his. With her he was a new person. She was one of the few people who knew of his ability to sing and play the guitar. He couldn't tell his friends, since they would laugh and call him a pussy. But he kept them around because they lead to money, and once he had enough of it he'd finally be able to buy a way out of this life. He'd escape this shitty apartment, heck maybe even the city! He'd buy a grand house down in Malibu... on the beach. He'd finally be able to afford a car instead of having to cram onto a train or bus every day; maybe even a ring for Y/N. A real one, with a big rock, just like she deserved.

"I'm watching tele-" As she turned her cheery face to look at him it dropped. All the cheeriness was washed away by the concern that replaced it. "What happened to you face?" Y/N asked. Her voice had adopted a grave undertone.

Shawn knew that she of course was referring to the small, bloody cut a couple of inches above his right eyebrow. His lips tightened in annoyance about the shit storm that was coming his way. Y/N repeated herself, growing more concerned and more irritable, in equal measures. "I said, what happened?"

"There was an altercation at 'work'. Some things were said, some punches were thrown, but everything is alright now."

Y/N stood up and marched toward him until she stood face to face with his broad chest. The height difference didn't even cause her to bat an eyelid, nor did the fact that he was part of a major drug cartel. In fact it was her refusal to be intimidated by Shawn that had originally attracted him to her. She titled her head up to look at him, "If everything was alright then your face wouldn't be bleeding!"

"It's hardly a scratch Y/N. You're being overdramtic. Can't we sit down and watch the polar bear thing?" Shawn asked in an attempt to quell her anger. But no, he just sparked it.

"Over dramatic? The people you 'work' with- your so called friends are the definition of that word Shawn! Today it's a head wound, tomorrow it's a broken arm and then on Wednesday your heads smashed in and you were left to bleed out behind a post offices. Why can't you just have a normal job? One where I don't have to worry about you twenty-four seven?" Y/N yelled at him. Shawn hardly noticed the tears that pricked her eyes because the last thing she said had really riled him.

"Stop being a drama queen Y/N and don't be so ungrateful! I work this job so that I can provide for you, so that we can have a future... away from all of this." Shawn bellowed, enraged by her blatant refusal to accept that he was working towards a greater good.